Midnight rhymes.

Trapped

Your knowledge is trapped to what only you know.
Your a genius inside.
will it ever show?
It shows in a way that only some understand.
The thoughts
the emotions.
The pen in your hand.
The paper is blank but only for now. You manage to fill more than that
one page.
I wanna know how? 
Sit on your bed.
Thinking on what's to come.
When your writing your mind goes numb
Why do they call you things that your not?
Every story has a page turning plot. The details of the characters and more.
Makes me wanna know what's in store.
Your thoughts and imagination is trapped inside.
When you are writing there's nothing to hide.
You're socializing in a way you never thought of.
It's a way so safe.
A way you love.