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I whimper
Every time It is started
I cry at every stroke of the pencil
I call for It to stop
But It never listen to me
Once the door has opened
It all comes spilling out
This is the fifth poem today
And It’s still flowing
Deep down
There is pain
For every poem I have written
It’s another scar etched into my heart
Another mark to the world that I am here
I cry for every poem, story or song I make
For It is another flaw I must face
Another slap in the face
A physical meaning of what I cannot take
Physical evidence of my lies
Of my world
Of my mind
Make it stop
I beg thee