writing was my escape
so no wonder these feelings can't take shape
to feel we must express
without doing so there is no success
in dealing with emotions
we'll be left with cluttered notions
of urges and needs
and forgotten creeds
because bottling it up is not the way
because it will be worse the very next day.

so why can't i write
and escape this plight
of boiling feelings
that are filling my ceilings
my hands are tied by writers block
that will sit here and mock
the tears on my face
get me out of this place
because its getting hard to deal
with my mouth and its sickening seal
that keeps everything a hush
even if my mind is a rush
of my feelings of rout
that will never get out