Is it 'cause I speak my mind
When I pick up the quill
Or is it when I put it to paper
My heart tends to spill
I lose control of the feelings
That are built up inside
I can't wear them on my sleeve
I've got too much pride
So I hold them all in
Never to let them go
You'll never see the pain
'Cause I'll never let it show
I let it eat at me
Like a paralyzing toxin
Everything that I've endured
And still I feel boxed in
I found myself calling to God
Maybe He can help me figure
A better way out
Than pulling on the trigger
He gave me the pen
And the flowing emotions
That run like rivers
That are searching for oceanS
Submission Name: Searching
