I write because I’m quiet

Because no one knows my thoughts

They slowly build inside me

Until they start to rot


The only way they leave me

Is through my finger tips

They find their sweet escape

Through rhyme, prose, and quip


My feelings all so sheltered

Are finally released

In person I seem quiet

But on paper I am free




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