I have been concealed,

In a prison cell of a bedroom,

For so many wasted days,

But, once I became curious,

I found myself,

After an hour passed by,

I couldn't believe what I've done,

With a pencil and a once-untouched notebook,

Words are as powerful as bullets,

They hover in my mind,

Speeches from the famous,

Took so long to sink in,

I have discovered new feelings,

Feelings of love and hate,

And now I present myself,

As a renovated man,