on paper is where im able to be free , be me , give words to what i see , there was a time i didn't practice what i preached , the surface didn't reflect what was beneath but words escaped through my pen & showed me something real , what to feel , how to deal with pain . in a society this insane , i need somewhere to unwind , speak my mind . no affection nor direction , a million miles from perfection . none the less i speak no lies ; just fact . thoughts on blast , backed my experience of my past . so back to the paper i fall , expose it all . i let myself go , emotions flow from me until my mind is blown . bursted into pieces , pressure releases & tears cease to exist . but my fist doesn't unclench ; it tightens . the weight on my shoulders don't lighten . im fightin' if not through violence then through writin' . my pages & rages confined to cages : unleashed like beasts . promises spoken not meant to be broken . i soak in what this world has given & rewrite the life im fortunate to be living .