Another Poem

Ill lay here day and night,feeling weak and sad,not even knowing why,all I want to do is cry. I want more,I feel trapped and ignored.No one seeing what's going on in my mind cause I hide all my feelings bottled up inside. To tell you all the truth,I can't even find the right words to start,but its true. When I start to write these feelings I hide ,it flows on this paper where I can describe what's on my mind with no judgement in anyone's eyes. When I write I feel like a whole new person ,like this is what I was meant to do,but something seems to keep stoping me from what I want to do. I love to write,it opens my mind when it's a rough time.when I'm sad it helps cheers me up ,writing these feelings down. All these papers are just going to wast as they keep sacking up each day,I want to show the world,who I am and what I went through. For my words are true.that I won't deny,each line you read is part of my life line. I just hope one day I can be the writer I want to be. With no one holding me back .I just get this feeling that I need to do this for me.i just hope you can see.. I just need to do this for me. Please comment