 "Scribble"
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!
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