Chapter 1:
I write the words I feel on paper. My soul is in my music. My heart pours out like molten lava and hardens on paper. Every piece I play tears are shed and mouths are left wide open. They wonder why I never speak. They don't know the truth. They don't know the pain and they don't know my sorrows. They have no clue. No clue that I'm a real person. No clue that I exist. No clue that I have feelings. And I won't speak to tell them the truth. Nobody knows that every letter I put on paper has meaning. That I speak through the music.
