Silent Diary



My words are just the tip of what’s really on my mind.
The courage to speak my truth is what I’m still trying to find.
Each day it gets harder to unveil what lies beneath.
But I never let it stop what flows from me naturally with writing.
If I told you what I tell my sheets, do you think you’d still love me?
This is what fills my mind with worry.
If I showed you my true ink, don’t you think you’d want to leave?
Even I think my mind is scary.
Believe it or not, I write more than I speak.
As far as I know, my pen and paper won’t judge me.

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