Funny thing about pen and paper,
I can write down the stuff I wana think about later,
when I was to scared to speak or shout,
the pen and paper would always come out,
a way of communicating with myself,
stuff That I couldn’t say out loud was safe on a shelf,
a note on my phone or written words to burn,
secrets of my mind I never wanted others to learn,
I’ve done some good and I’ve done some bad,
but my worst trait is a I make others sad,
I never meant to hurt anyone else,
but the pain inside me I’m just hurting myself,