How Many Pictures?
Palms sweaty, throat tight, nerves raging
Humid night, elephant in the room, always on eggshells
This is WHAT I write
Betrayal, despair, deceit
A bad nights sleep, cottonmouth, a knot in my gut
This is WHAT I write
In my head, in my heart, in my existence
No one sees, no one hears, no one knows
This is WHY I write
I can't talk, but I can't escape.
Emotions have to leak out somewhere
This is WHY I write.
It said that "ANY picture can paint a thousand words."
How many pictures can MY WORDS paint?
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