My pen sings my cries
It strikes my enemies
Loves my lovers
And dreams my dreams
It conducts music
In rhythm and rhyme
Of everything I feel inside
And if anything I feel collides
With what others see
I try not to hide
How much of me has died
As a sacrifice
From yielding to the will of my pen
Exposing all of my sin
The torture of my soul
For the lack of words to explore
Feeding comfort to the empty soul
Feeling nothing I can’t express
And expressing everything I feel
Leaving nothing in my chamber
but fist balled up in anger