I look back and I don't understand

How I was able to live without a pen in my hand

The words inside, scream and cry to get out

They consume me, become me, it's what my life is about

I started out small, big words with no meaning

Now they mean so much, are so much that they leave people screaming

You see I met a nice lady, who showed me the words

Now thoughts fly out of my head like small little birds

I don't usually rhyme

It takes too much time

But every once and again,

I like to play pretend

I go back to that time when I was still young,

Back to when the words were unknown and unsung

I see that little girl, so lost and afraid

A insecure little thing, look at what society made

Writing saved me, it showed me the truth

That words, not society should lead the youth.