Paper and Pen

Pouring out feelings with paper and pen,

Only came to me fully when I became ten,

Ending fifth grade was a dream of the past,

Two years went by yes they went oh, so fast,

Raiding my mind with what made my heart crash,

Young and depressed that year passed in a flash,

Smiles fading away as I searched for a cure,

Always left feeling lonely and so insecure,

Venturing thoughts for what might set me free,

Every thought led back to when I used to read,

Diving back in with my paper and pen,

Mind returning to poems and books to no end,

Ending this here has been proven quite hard,

❤️ Just look at the first letter of each line since the start.

-A