One whole page
filled with rage
the sadness in the words
the emptiness yet the fulfillment
of the emotions
I could keep on writing and writing
till I find my full stop
too many commas, too many exclamation marks
my life feels like a poem
with too many different feelings
not really rhyming
or making sense together
not really free style just confusion all over
ink marks and broken pencil leads
kept it all inside
kept it within
never...