Black Ink

Turning back from time to time,
my story is written within the lines.
I am not an outspoken individual,
talking it out only makes me ill.
Do not ask me if I am OK,
just read the words I have to say.
This is my form of communication,
if you don't like it then turn the page.
This is my way of motivation.
You will never catch me standing on a stage,
social anxiety, I am not that brave.
When I'm alone, my mind uncages.
I am my own inspiration
to this secret sentence saving.

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