My soul lies in this one little book,
Black and white cover, filled with words
To fill this with thoughts, the time it took
Filled with things from me no one’s heard.
Ink runs through like blood through veins
My soul on paper; My heart in writing
The outside looks fine, but inside remains
Emotions unheard; Kept back in hiding.
Carried around; A lapdog of paper
To this I confess, my feelings are said
My true self in here, where I feel safer
The number of tears for this book I've shed.
My soul on paper, where it now belongs,
My true self, acceptance is what it longs.