Nobody knows how I feel, Unless I happen to reveal.
My story is a jumbled mess, But sometimes, I like to confess.
I put them into traumatic words, Just flying out, like new birds.
My emotions finally are free To live, to flourish, to be me.
This is the only time I feel, This is the only time I reveal.
But when I put them on display, It is simply another day.
Another cry, another scream, Another one with low esteem.
They don't see that behind Each word they'll find,
Is a tear, a hope, a story, Someone seeking God's glory.
When I write, I feel, It is when I reveal.
But when my pain is criticized, I can't help but feel despised.
I start to push it all down, Till my emotions make me drown.
But then I'm fished out From the depths to shout,
To seek help, to feel, To once again reveal.