The Pen

The pen write’s down the words I hear in my head.
The pen shows the world wants I want to say.
The pen is where I can be safe again.
Where I can be me without being judged.
Without the laughs.
Without cruel words.
Without looks from other.
I don’t have to care what people think. For the pen let me say what I wish could with my lips. The pen is the promise, and my treasure…

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