I sit often and write on paper these words,
Write exactly how I am feeling inside.
The only way to which they can be heard,
Can no longer let them forever hide.
These poems that I write have never been told,
They tend to leave my heart open wide.
Within these words I dare to be bold,
So extremely vulnerable, so deep inside.
In these words of rhyme,pieces of me shared,
For what I feel and relive everyday.
If one looks, my soul completely bared,
Remembering everything in every way.
From what dances inside my head at night,
It's a way for my emotions to flee.
This is why I feel the need to write,
A way for my words to be released from me.
I write on paper to share these words,
In my mind of reliving my past.
Recalled easily and to be loudly heard,
For these words could be my very last.