Frozen pen on a darkened rage

Write about you

Write who you are

Write what you think and you know.

Not going to do it

I know who I am

It’s a secret, I’m not going to show.

Write how you feel

What makes you cry

What makes your heart leap and fly.

Not going to do it

I’ve hid it and sealed it

In darkness and none can ask why.

Write it with heart

Write it with soul

Pour yourself out on the page.

Not going to do it

Not going to show you

The dark hidden secret of rage.

Not going to do it

I’m writing instead

About someone who never existed

She seems very real

And she lives in my head

And she’s got all my miseries listed

She pours them all out

In her hurt and her rage

And she fills up a book and a page

Till she’s written it all

And I no longer need

Even think how to write about me.