Thoughts creep softly
Without sound
Onto blank paper
They spill easily
Like blood
To spoil the imaginary
Pain strikes
With venom
So potent
Making me reel
With the shock
Of being struck
The pen
Flicks itself
Across the paper
Dropping feelings
Meant to be hidden
Words that have meaning
Meaning more than
Was ever intended
They bubble
They brew
From the depths
She thought were left behind
Is she such a fool
To believe it was hidden
That they couldn’t see
Beyond the smile
Where she had recreated herself
To be a better person
So she would no longer be
That fragile creature
In the corner
Where people paid no attention
And if they did
All they saw was pity
How long can she go on?
Being one thing
Yet portraying another
They were proud
In the way she had
Seen the light
If only they knew
The only light she saw
Was the spotlight
They shined on her
When they took the time
To see her
Now she drowns
In the blood
That seeps from the pen
As thoughts creep softly
Without sound
Onto blank paper
