When i am on the verge of insanity,

My pen is my therapy,

An escape route out of reality,

All i not what it seems with me,

I am a actress,

Inside i am being eaten up by stress,

Nether the less,

I hate the thought of anyone being intimate with me,

They always leave and i’m left to gather the pieces of my shattered heart and lonely,

If i come across hostile,

i probably is nothing to do with you,

I’m just safe guarding my heart,

i can’t take no more pain,

Because i would end up insane,

This paper soaks up my thoughts and feelings,

Providing me with a spiritual healing.