I am a poet.
Poetry is my escape
From the cruel world aside from paper
I write words and letters
in my tiny hidden notebook

Hidden desires
Dreams and aspirations
Begging and desperation
And words of affirmation

Everything flowing through me
Like tears written on paper
Like happiness described by letters

Writing is my therapy.
Paper is a good listener
And I am a prisoner.
Trapped in her own head
Drowning in her own thoughts

Not being weak enough to talk
But being brave enough to let it out
Not telling people
But communicating with my notebook

Feelings I need to process
Situations I want to talk about so desperately
But I can't
I just can't

What if scenarios...