When I'm home alone
And have no one to talk over the phone,
I'll stay in my room and sit on my bed
Get a piece of paper and a pen
Write about something that lingers in my head
Being more imaginative as I can.

Thoughts come and go
Without even having a good flow;
There are times ideas are overflowing
But most times, I just end up scribbling.

Sometimes it's hard to find the right words
It's like playing a guitar and hitting the wrong chords;
These phrases may sound funny
Having groups of words that look scrappy
But, hey, this is making me happy
Making the time I spent writing worthy
'Coz, at least, I'm having a means
Of expressing out my feelings.