All of my fear lies within my pencil, for it will capture my emotion like a stencil,

And many times it takes control, so all my secrets could unfold,

When I write I do not think, I focus on my

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I absolutely have no doubt, that in a poem my feeling will come pouring out.

When I write I feel unchained, from the emotions and feelings I feel with pain.

I write now with agony,

That those who read my treasured words will laugh at me

But as I write I do not care.

I set aside my fear and let down my hair.

Yes, I feel brave, important, and heroic.

Who am I?

I’m a poet.