Release

A burning inside. 

Emotions forever churning. 

Like every other teen, I'm not sure what it all means. 

I've had a rough road. 

Things weren't always perfect. 

I hurt myself 

Because I just couldn't deal. 

But I needed something else. 

Something to help me heal. 

A pen put to paper.

In anger and in hate. 

With these words gone, I was empty. 

No more anger.

No more hatred. 

For the first time I felt okay. 

The words and phrases always spinning around. 

Finally had a place, here on the ground. 

It helped me to see, that I could be more. 

More than ever was showed to me before. 

It's okay to feel what I feel.

There's nothing wrong with me. 

I can be something good. 

I don't have to go insane. 

A pen put to paper

Words flow from my hand. 

I write because it helps me understand. 

Things can be good and the future can be bright. 

All my thoughts and ideas, that is why I write.