I've always had trouble expressing my emotions Constantly shoveling coal into a fireΒ that needs to be tamed Leaving me mentally deflated But also ready to expload My nails dug up skin Scratch marks in moments with a lack of thought Burning Running down my finger tips Where i make connection with a pen The ink finds words I can't quite form, even though the deliverence isn't always what I pictured Its the sweetest release I'll receive