Words are like warriors.
And warriors are hunters and gatherers and leaders.
And I am. . . none of those things;
but when I pick up a pen, I can be.
I can be anything I want to be when I have a piece of paper and a pen.
A princess in a faraway land,
or maybe something a little less cliche,
like a viking going out to slaughter a village.
Or a teenage boy running from home to find the person he was always meant to be.
When I write, I can be strong,
I can be whole again.
I can be happy,
an emotion I haven't felt since I was a young girl.
I can trick people into feeling emotions
that they shouldn't feel.
I can make people happy or sad or jealous or angry
all with the words I choose to spill.