Expression
Words flow through me everyday,
I can’t control them all.
Some I want to scream, or some I just want to say.
No matter what I do, they have to come out sometime.
When I write, I can say whatever I want.
No one has to know it’s me behind pencil or the keys.
Instead I can be me, without fear of what my words will do.
Will my words mean the same to you?
I hope my words inspire more.
I hope they bring people joy.
I hope that one day they’ll help me be famous.
For now, it’s just a form of expression.
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