My Relief

I start to write about pain, about my life -
And my frustrations
But I get my relief by writing
It seems that when I write, my emotions pour out through my fingertips
Being written in blood on the paper I write.
Doing so helps me, it lets me have my own journal that everyone can read and see.
Why should I care if they judge me by it?
I would rather have them judge me by something I wrote -
Than what someone else wrote.
Sometimes so much emotion pours out of me onto the paper
I am tired.
While I feel like I've become black and white
I read the paper and how colorful it now seems to be
I write for my own piece of mind - so that everything will be fine.
Some people can relate to me.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2001