There’s this poem inside of me
That I can’t seem to write
It spills out of me
Sometimes
Unconsciously
But it hides away
In the shadows of my brain
The moment I try to grasp it
And I guess that’s what happens
When you know the truth
But are afraid to speak it
Because once it passes your lips
You can never get it back
And when it’s out in the world
You can’t unsee it

So I put away my pen
And I put away my paper
Daydreaming,
doesn’t sound so bad after all