I would go though the days angry and full of despair 

Believing I was the only one, that no one would ever care

Writing here and there 

Expressing my beliefs about what was and wasn’t fair

About this and about that

My writing only reflecting one feeling, sad

Growing to find it therapeutic

No longer writing about things that made me tick

I became fascinated with what each word meant

Bad feelings came and went

Each time teaching me something new 

Telling my story, everything true

Teaching me to take back everything the world stole

Making me realize I do have control

In what I say, in what I do

A pen and paper

Everything I learned from you