Solace

Until I placed my feelings on the paper,

Line by line and word by word,

I felt trapped.

An outsider.

Alone.

Was I crazy for feeling this way?

Could anyone relate to my torment?

I sought to alleviate these issues,

Attempting to find solace,

Through talking to people I trusted most.

Yet I found the words unable to leave my mouth,

And deeper I buried my pain.

All around me, I saw people so happy,

But in the mirror I saw a ghost.

So I turned to an outlet

That would hold no judgement over me.

One I knew would listen,

Nothing more or less.

On that paper I released everything.

My thoughts.

My fears.

My insecurities.

I was no longer alone.