My pen spills forth words, strong and bold,
But my tongue seeks solace in silence, cold.
Read my words and you might perceive
A person brave, expressive, and empathetic, not me.
For I am but a coward, hiding in fear,
Behind the words that I write, year after year.
My language mask presents a bold veneer,
But inside I\'m trembling, my courage unclear.
Yet now I know it\'s time to let go
Of this mask, this veil that shields me from reality\'s flow.
I\'ll discard my pen and the words it gave,
And find my voice, no longer a slave.