Bruised,  
Broken
Angered
Hurt
These are a few of my many dark depressed,
suppressed
emotions I can't express.
Because I'm alone to tell no one so I keep them inside
So these emotions
become
Words
unspoken.
This is my life?  For real!
I want to scream
I want to shout
cross my arms
poke my lips out
Stomp my feet
And pout!!
And after all that,
The dreadful emotions
The are very much
still there
They are the monkey on my back.
There has to be a way to let it all out,  
A way to express how I feel.
A way To Release this hate
That's taken over me  so strongly
Its surreal.
So I pick up a pen
Transfer my thoughts onto paper
My emotions to ink.
I couldn't write fast enough
I couldn't believe
For every emotion
I wrote,
With every write,
A release.
Relieved.  
So I write.
I write.
I find peace.
And peace is me.