Pen and Paper
I write because I was hurt
I was hurt because I was lost
I lost my purity, my dignity, and my sanity
All to fit in
I write because I will not be judged
Judged because I will not conform to
Ass shaking and selling my soul for some attention
Pen and Paper
Beauty and Brains
These four things are
Societies worst fears
I write because I do not want to be bored
Who wants to be bored?
Pen and Paper are always there to listen
It is a shame that I had to find that out when my soul went missing
But now it is back
Back for avengence
I am stronger than ever
Because when I write I am unstoppable.
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