A story waiting to be told
but something deep inside
is making me withhold.
Written on these pages is a story.
A story wanting to be free
but something deep inside
is not letting it be.
Composed on this paper is a story.
A story yearning to be read
but something deep inside
is refusing to be said.
Printed on these lines is a story.
A story aching for a start
but something deep inside
is denying its true art.
Inside my heart is a story
A story seeping out
but something deep inside
is preying on my self doubt.