Paper Soul

Poets will try to hide their pain Where tears will go unseen They'll hide the countless demons slain With words they find serene Emotion will always find their sleeves It's part of who they are A special way the poet grieves To mend that hidden scar A poet is lost until they're found They just can't find their way A silent scream without a sound Will chase their pain away A poet is made of different stuff They're not like all the rest Peace, they never seem to have enough Until their sin's confessed They're haunted by their need to write Their ink made to console For most are prisoners to the night And they're born with a paper soul