Trembling hands and stuttering words

Every step I take forward

Fear grips a hold of me

Blossoms of red cloud visions

A dragon of fiery

Ready to spout it's crimson flames



But you do not see the full picture

The whole of the painting

The words I hold inside me

Longing to be free

Making my head spin

I'm forever picking up broken pieces of lead



'Till my anger subsides

But for now all I can do is hope

That on day, one day

You will hear my voice

Strong and clear

See my words

Slabs of beautiful paint

On the canvas of literature



One day I hope

That you will see the real me.

'Till my anger subsides