A pen to me is my self reflection only repeated hatred and self improvement, i realized that i wasn't using a pen, i was using my emotion that's when i truly became a writer
No friends to talk about my problems
I just write until i passed the pain into my paper, no one sees no one hear built my wall so strong in that way no one hurt my inner child who wants attention
Scared of rejection, my heart's empty like my wallet, I'm alone felt like i was hit by a strong current, no one believes in my talent, i have a mother and a father but i taught myself. No parents
