I run to my pen and paper
For it is my shelter from the storm
It sheds the tears that I will not drop
Words reflecting the cries that come from my soul
Scribbling away as my thoughts are scattered
Finding flow in the chaos around
The doctor said I should journal
But journaling unmasks me in front of all
Standing completely naked
I question who are you to judge
Have we not all sinned or done something foolish
Has perfection been a constant in the lives of us all?
Happiness, Sadness, and pure disgust
We feel it deep within
How we decide to digest poison
At times reflect how we digest the sweet
I write my thoughts on paper
Ink flowing from my pen
My absent voice speaks loud and clear
In my solitude it cannot be contained
Regurgitating my feelings
I face it all in front of me
It is true that in order to master oneself
You have to face what lies beneath