Paper and Ink

Words are my window

They  don't get to know me

Too pushy and needy 

Too desperate and clingy

Something just to take up space

The more I try to relate

The more of a fool of myself I make

With nothing else to say 

But I'm sorry

All my thoughts stay in my head

With no words to express them

They all remain unsaid

Escaping only through my pen

Here I am more myself

Then anywhere else 

Paper and ink is the only escape

Here my soul is fully expressed

Reviews

[EricGodsil]

This is a good poem and i think anyone who writes can relate to this. Which is a lot of people, I hope. ;) It is short and to the point. I have written a few pieces like this and now i am curious as to how many more like this are floating around. I could not find any technical errors, so with that, well done.

[leinahtan]

this is so true to me as well and i presume at some point, any writer had experienced this that only through "paper and ink" can the matrix of letters forming words spinning spiral intertwined in the confines of their mind be expressed and let out. im happy to relate to this.