Declaration to Write

The doorway to my heart
And the outlet to my thoughts
The spoken words of my soul
The secrets from inside that no one knows
My emotion flows from my pen
Like the spring breeze blows or the summer wind
But then again
When I stop and think
It flows more like the paint
From a painters brush
So I must
Be an artist
And my paper
Must be my canvas
But when my train of thought
Gets stuck on the tracks
Its like evrything else is jus held back
And my whole world turns black
In fact
Its like nothing else matters
Cuz if my thoughts can't gather
Then I wud rather
be left without a conscience
And jus lay here and die
Bcuz I cant be myself
If no one knows how I felt
And I can't be me
If no one can see
Where I'm coming from and who I plan 2 be
And where I'm destined 2 be
And if I can't speak free
I can't live happily
Knowing I'm hiding inside of a shell
Falling so deep down this well
Until I fell
So deep that's its like I'm living in hell
And that's something I wud neva succumb 2
And I don't kno what I wud come 2
If I didn't have my pen and pad
I guess as long as I have them though
Thing cud neva be that bad