I was just flipping through my journal and found this scribbled on a page randomly...written sometime between May 15-22 this year..
My pencil gives me a voice
My pen unlocks my soul
My paper provides a canvas
On which to show what makes me whole
Only now can I really say
The things I hide inside
Only now can I be truly honest
And set my fears and regrets aside
I remember writing it and not really liking it, but idk it's alright I suppose.