I'm cursed with all these words
They're stuck inside my head
I need to get them out
So that I can go to bed
Why is it that things are like this now
When only last year I didn't know how
To let go of things to think things out
To figure out what I was about
It's nice to be able to express myself
I've found a rhythm to good mental health
I no longer need to hide my feelings so deep inside my heart
My life has become stable not falling apart
Thank God for showing me paper and pen
I can figure out life who why what where and when
Amen!