My pen drips
As I scribble my thoughts
On thin strips
Of emotion

I dig deep into my soul
Utilize the pen in my hands
And turn the ink into gold
With passion and fervor

And a pleasant aching
That I have come to love
Yet my hands never stop shaking
Because these words are

My deepest parts
Screaming out loud
My heart pours from my fingertips
*Will my words ever make me feel proud?