Placing words into what you feel
Cause the layers of your core to peel
Whether it's  Anger that distraughts  you
or Confusion that betrays you
It's Anxiety that simmers within
The good angel seems to never win
It's the Sadness that overwhelms for no reason
and Loneliness seems to be it's closest cousin
Sometimes all of these things that are unseen
Seep out of the pores altogether, making it Mean
A scene never meant to be seen
The only Context that gives it most Meaning
Is putting the text on paper, so Rich, so Gleaming
It does its part to soothe the Heart
and transforms it intrinsically into Art.
It takes your inner bag of ****
and becomes the Number One Smash Hit.
Or you can keep it to yourself in private
To make your journal utterly vibrant
No way is Right, no way is Wrong
As long as you make it sing like a Song.