The words flow from my mind

To my fingers

And on to the paper

Or keyboard

Onto the recorder of my words.

To me, they sound weird

Unnatural or untrue

Everyone else says I'm talented

But other people have talent

And they have stories.

I have my thoughts

My imagination, my thoughts, and everything in between.

The crazy ones, and the sane ones.

My words are my escape

They are my protection

Sometimes they are too quick

Too fast for me too stop.

Other times they help.

Letting my slip away from trouble.

For now, their just my escape.

My walls, my weapons, and my protection

For now, that's how they'll stay.

Just words on paper

Protecting me from the world.