Blank pages scare me
It's as if they have eyes
Piercing to my very soul
Past my cheap disguise
Searching out the deeper part
Of all that lies within my heart
Unafraid of hurts
Undaunted by my dreams
Used to my ramblings
My emotional extremes
Clean and white and waiting
Eagerly anticipating
That's why it's hard for me
To pick up my pen and write
To disappoint my paper
And give myself a fright
For fear of when it is done
It will come out just like this one.
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