Once I opened a bottle of ink
Tip of the feather, it sink
My thoughts of the day from air to concrete
Glided on a parchment, it print.
Stacked all the papers as I end
Tucked away safely, this diary I penned.
Oh, a blotch of ink on my finger
Let me wash it off so it won’t linger.
How queer, the stain won’t go away
Its getting bigger the more it stays
Fear I have as it absorbs my whole arm!
Please help me! Anyone?! Mom!
With a jerk, I realized what I discharged
I wrote off the activities unmarred
But harbored people’s feelings that enlarged
Consumed my heart, my mind it barged.
Slowly it creeps to my chest
I can feel it enveloping my whole breast
Panic, I run to the kitchen
I dont want this apprehension! This imposition!
I grab a knife and raised it to my head
Stop! I can’t. I don’t want to be dead.
I cry. I cry for these emotions that are not mine
I cried. I let it all out resigned.
Breathed in softly, I calmed myself
Breathed in softly, I hugged myself
Gently, the hard weight begins to soft
Gently, the ink starts to wash off.
