I've told you once, I've told you twice
I can't write if it doesn't feel rightMy feelings,
they're the ink to my penMy soul
composes the words to be writtenMy brain
tells me to keep it all inside,
tells me I'm unwellMy heart's
the one who decidesShe says it's time to tell...
YOU ARE READING
Speaking Out
PoetryI turned my thoughts into poetry, that way they'll remain etched into my memory...