My lips stay closed
Words do not leave my mouth...
My tongue stays in place...
But my mind creates the phrases
From the words I dare not to speak of...
My pen goes on a frenzy... writing down every single thought...

Writer they call me...
crazy say some...
emotionless and quiet preach others...
they do not understand...
my hands do the talking
my eyes can tell you so...
if you listen to my heart closely
you might be able to hear it screaming...

The silence,
my worse enemy and my best companion.
My fingers... callused, tired... covered in ink...
They speak for me...

Writer they call me...
mysterious some say,
with eyes made of fire
and a mind that could ****.