(( Who Is You? ))
 

My feelings flow from pen to paper,
Letting go of all the anger,
Watching teardrops stain the paper,
Emotion falling, flying faster.

Hidden wounds that ooze my pain,
I want to close them,
Walk away.

I SCREAM!
My mouth a gaping hole,
I cannot see,
I cannot feel.

I wage a battle with myself,
You made me a prison
You shut me in…

Do I loathe me?
Do I love me?

Tell me true!
Who is you?

Yea, that was good, and paper DOES ryme with paper, but it sounds kinda out of place.

Woops..hang on here.. this is a double post guys! Sorry!

~mOCHA~