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.