There's so much I have to say There's so many things I never said Words that I sealed away and put up for storage I became a pandora box full of secrets With thoughts infected by anxiety Poisoning my mind as it dips it claws inside My emotion grew on it's walls like tangled vines that festered on a vacant home In the corner of the box next to my thoughts was a brush No instructions No canvas I cut through my vines and decided to make art on my mind It wasn't art when I started But it was art when I finished Here is my poetry My self discovery, my mind My good days and bad days My unspoken and spoken Everything UnleashedAll Rights Reserved