My word is me

My word is me. A place where I can be free. No one to judge or make fun. This is where my mind is free to run. I have no fear and no doubts. Just my wants read aloud. I sign anonymous Nobody knows who feels this way. It is my mask. Masquerading around as somebody I long to be I sing, I dance. But that is not enough. I need pen. I need paper. I need my outlet to be strong And to carry on. With my goals. My childish dreams. Hopefully they see the light of day. The only way for sure is to express them the only way I know how. Anonymously With my words. Pen and paper My word is me.