Open Book

I opened up my notebook,

looked at the blank-pages,

thinking of what I've done,

in my life,

in my poetry world,

all I could think about,

was my broken heart,

my broken soul,

why think about these things?

I can't stop,

they're like demons in my head,

right now I just wanna write,

I can't find the right words,

I can't form rhymes this time,

I just wanna show the world,

how I feel,

what's going on inside of me,

may it be,

inner destruction and turmoil

or

love and dedication,

I just wanna show people,

my true-side,

the side of me they'll never see,

I just wanna be seen,

for the person that I really am,