I find it interesting
how pleasing words are
when you are down.
How beautiful they feel
when you are empty.
How fullfiling it is,
when touch the letters.
How safe it is
to write it down.
How bizarre
when you realize
you are only honest
when nobody is looking.
How you lie even to yourself
and when it comes to truth
you write it where no one will see it.

Are you scared?
Scared to tell them
because the thoughts are deep, strange, painful.
Scared to know they know
because it might scare them.
How broken you are.
So you are here,
writing it down,
letting it out
and then you go back,
to your head.