I take my words
And write them down
A desperate need to be heard
But too afraid, to say them out loud

My inner thoughts
My deep desires
Are displayed on page
Like a modern-day town crier

I hide behind
This shaky pen
That seems to have a willingness
At times to do me in

Giving away my thoughts
My hopes and desires
Writing what I ought not
Setting page on fire

In which said words
This pen delights
Desperately needing to be heard
While laying them all out in rhyme