I'm a Writer

The pen draws me in
The paper holding me there
I don't know what to do
Is it because I'm scared

The answers no
But to live without holds me in fear
What will I do when I can't form the words
To describe the sorrow of my last tear

This thing I called life
I found a way to hide
I wrote it down in my journal
It's filled with my pride

But to share it with the world
I don't know what to do
Do I write it down and send it in
Or do I run from it, running from who?

I used to have all the answers
They came to me so easily
I would press buttons and sing along
My love was so free

But then it came
The day I wished not
I put it up and turned
My heart was so hot

I read it over
Not knowing why
Something called me
Fainter than a babies cry

It was there and I had missed it
Someone help me for I am lost
Even done with all the papers
I must run from the heavy cost

No more do I have
A carefree life
This burden I have been given
Is filled with such strife

I wrote it down
And my life is back
An escape or not
I live without slack

I'm famous, I'm poor
I live my life to the limit
I have a love, I have great loss
This is what I choose

I'm a writer
So be it