If not for the feelings I have within
I don’t think I would feel
The need to hold a pen
Expression through aggression
Torment and depression
Suggesting who I am
Seldom changes
Yet writing words
Somehow erases
Misplacing unspoken words
To every ear it reaches
My story isn’t fully told
Each passage beholds
A piece of me
Each sentence spells
Through appearance isn’t seen
I’m still a mystery
Writing down words
Serve as my therapy
Never evaluated
Repeating past discrepancies
As I re-read what
I have explored
They all sound the same
As I keep writing more and more
Writing erases
Yet paper cannot
Endure