I Stayed True
I lay in my bed and softly cry
I can not believe that my words on paper I can not bequeath
My heart beats fast
As the words come to me but I can not make them last
The anxiety, panic even of no relief
How will I get it out? How will the story be told?
My pen wants to write, this is absurd!
The world needs to know that I exist
That I lived my life and to myself I stayed true.