Writing is my Sanity

Oblivious to me,

No one can see,

The emotions i hide,

My emotions inside,

Only one way to keep them out,

Like a maple tree ready to sprout,

My pencil lets graphite spill,

Onto the paper the emotions I feel,

The only thing keeping me alive,

is the way i strive,

My sanity kept,

With tears I'm adept,

My writing flows,

As my emotion controls,

Floating lazily in my mind,

None of my thoughts combine,

What people read,

They will only succeed,

In feeling the strength,

In feeling the length,

My emotions can go,

letting the maple sprout grow,

Born only to write,

The way that i fight,

My bodily functions,

The medicine junctions,

My nueral transmitters,

My emotional critters,

Tearing up the floor,

I wrestled my core,

The core that created,

My own blood was sedated,

I came to blows with him,

Twice with my kin,

Now I fear them no more,

The hallucinations I adore,

I have finally found reality,

The emotions were an abnormality,

But even as I scribble this,

Those emotions I felt, I miss...