What Am I

Back in roman times I was called a stylus I wrote messages and stories on papyrus Writing since Before Christ, Don't matter what the time is Even wrote for the great poets known as the vikings I translated Roman-to-English with just hyphens I can go back and forth on the timeline Used by the dude who even wrote "Mein Kampf" But before that used for maps to draw islands I even wrote that rap and I screamed "BYE STAN!!" I've seen everybody’s diaries, but I don't speak I write the dreams they have seen, it's punishing... I'm their best friend at quiet times For poets,and rappers that write rhymes Or artists, that compose the lights eyes Oops I mean the end of night, it's the "sunrise" I cry when they draw their mental picture I miss it easy, like the ancient Egyptian scriptures Last week I wrote a broken heartfelt letter of a boys dead sister His tears made me smear, smudge and bitter as well I mean i'm supposed to be emotionless, but this feels like hell I guess literature is the only way I help This is how I'd explain it, if someone asked how I felt I'm literally consumed in everybody’s literacy Different languages, but I still know their history.... I’m the victim see, every word written composes verbal imagery Even carved Mozarts spirit in every symphony I take everyones thoughts and write it down lyrically Have you solved my mystery? I need some sympathy One second i’m drawing so skillfully, then destroying paper so viciously So if you’re crazy just like me, take my spot and fight off this infantry Then you will see, all these sad letters of these casualties Of when France defended against the great Italy I’ll riddle more, I was even there when the bible was born I was even used for the art of the Tribal of course I even wrote of the tale of the Trojan horse I even seen the great GRA fight GRA meaning arts and culture I’m running out of graphite.