Before I write on paper
It is blank
With spaces and lines
Soon to be filled with the thoughts
That are in my mind
In every space
That comes between the lines
On every page
Is a different thought
On a given day and time
Some days I’m happy
And feel that I am free
Others are dark
And I feel all I have is me
Some days are hot
The others are cold
Some days people are with me
The others I’m alone
From being happy and sad
From being alone then free
From feeling these ways
Inspire me
They make me write
And express how I feel
They make me pretend
And see what isn’t real
They make me write things
I know I could never say
They help me understand
Why I feel certain ways
On these pages
And spaces between each line
Is who I am
And what I feel inside