A Writer's Secret...

In the depths of silence,
I'll accept the darkest parts of me,
From rage to the violence,
But I'm beautiful, I need to be free.

We're told to love ourselves in pain,
We're told to overcome our insecurities,
I'll search deep, the pages, I won't waste,
I may weep, but I long for my prosperity.

Crumpled pieces of paper from the confusion I have,
Are my secrets laid out on this tearful page?
Bruised, broken or "normal" as we write, we all have a past 
Are the most creative people, the most frail?

I feel, if I tell you everything, I won't have anything that's mine,
I dream, but first with a soakened pillow, I unravel what I should write,
I breathe, take a step back, will I pour my truth tonight?
To everyone, 
We crave, 
We fight, 
We love, 
We hate, 
Most of all, 
To be a better person, 
I try,
Try to create,
Try to imagine,
Try to be brave,

My secret...
I'm empty.
That's why I'm here.

The secret,
I'm just like you...