Unspoken Thoughts

Entry #76

A Bleeding Pen

I asked myself too many times 

The question is always the same

"Who am I?" 

"What represents me?" 

"Who am I going to be?" 

"What am I going to be?" 

The questions would run like racetrackers

Running so intense in a huge track field

And all the people around me

My friends and family

Are those spectators who filled the field

Waiting

They're just waiting 

If I'm gonna win or not

I've tried so many things

Just to satisfy my cravings 

Those questions in my head

That needs answers that were thought ahead

But only a single thing took place in my mind

Which ruled my mind

My senses including my sight

And that is a pen

A pen which I hold

Whenever I have nothing and no one to hold

Whenever my mind is clouded

Even if the sun is at its highest

I hold on to my pen

And then it starts bleeding once again

It doesn't bleed words

But feelings

All my hidden feelings

Which no other spectator could see

Even if they look very closely

As it would always be

Inside of me

A bleeding pen is who I am

Because whenever I feel euphoric

I'll bleed

And whenever I'm angry

I'll bleed

But most likely 

Whenever I'm feeling lonely

I'll bleed

And it's nonstop

As if all my blood aren't enough

All my feelings just comes out naturally

And so

That's when I realize 

I'm a pen

A bleeding pen