I found a sketchbook today
Scribbled with words
A teenager could once not say
The pain she kept hidden away
From the eyes
Of people's dismay
I wonder what made her hide
Was it the judgement
Or the fear inside
She Let her pen glide
As her heart cried
As if it would suffice
If only I could go back in time
And make her realise
Darling, you'll be alright
The now yellowed out pages
And the worn out ink
Bleed through me
Burning those pages
I finally set myself free
From the anguish
That rages inside me
I found a sketchbook today
Scribbled with words
I can finally say...