My Only Escape

My only escape is thru words, words that I write, but cannot say.

I take my emotions and turn them into sadness, maybe happiness, whatever I feel is right.

That’s my only escape.

The only way I can truly escape the world, the only way, I can express myself.

All I write are worthless words written on paper, worthless thoughts that are not necessarily being express.

That is all I write.

My only escape is closed in a journal.

A book filled with a lot of paper, and never ending lines

 Words that fit, that feel right and wrong.

Who am I?

Who am I to only escape thru words?

Who am I to see the world in black and white?

Who am I to hear nature calling my name?

My only escape is thru words.