To the Paper
There is another version of myself, that I don't show the world
For fear that they will run from me...I'm not a normal girl.
Longing for acceptance, I wear the face I must
And to the paper I escape before the real me rusts.
There is truth within my pen yet I'm too afraid to share
Unless I hide between the lines and act like I don't care
With easy words I build my mask, that hides my secret smile
And hope between the lines you'll stay with me but for a little while.
To the paper I must run when my facade starts to break down
When this world has beaten me and turned my truth around
When my pen just wants to bleed, a vein straight from my heart
When my life spills forth, line by line, each word ripping me apart.
To the paper where I share the thoughts I don't dare say
It's the blanket where I can let my troubles simply lay
It's the shoulder that I need on days I have to cry
It's the real me that you'll find, hidden between these lines
It's where I find my sanity when I start to doubt
That in this world I'll never really figure it all out
It's where I love, it's where I live, it's all I really need
It's to that paper that I run when my pen starts to bleed.
It is my church where I am able to speak with the divine
And if you really want to know me just read between the lines.
I am here and I am ready, to share my truth with you
But only if you seek me out and say you'll share yours too.
Natasha Head 2011