A yearn for liberation and tranquilization
Why do I write?
It is my truest voice
Why must I write?
I have no choice
It is My vice
My crutch
My calling
I have to write
It's my way of coping.
You hear me now,
I am now the voice
Inside your head
Would you listen as well
If I spoke instead?
The perception of myself you have of me
Comes from your own insecurity.
But these words from me are not what you see
They to me are what it means to break free.
The key to the lock of the caged bird inside me
I write words to be sung
To ring in your ear
I express my inner voice
Unknowing and in fear
They have been trapped in my depths
Screaming high and low
Happier now,
At ease and with a tear
Filling the void
Writing makes it all clear.