Journal

It's different.

I just want a place for me to be a fool,

Freely,

Safely.

My journal–

Why isn't it enough anymore?

My sweet little journal;

Perhaps, because it was like

A little bathroom.

Like that bathroom I used to hide in,

Or the cramped little closet,

Where I used to hide

This little me.

The little me;

The younger,

Smaller,

More timid,

Me.

But it's different now.

I'm larger.

I'm older.

I'm fuller–

With rage.

What I had then were whispers,

And closets were enough.

What I have now are screams

And roars,

And what I need

Is the vast,

Empty,

An full

Void.

It's different.

I just want a place for me to be a fool,

Freely,

Safely.

My journal–

Why isn't it enough anymore?

My sweet little journal;

Perhaps, because it was like

A little bathroom.

Like that bathroom I used to hide in,

Or the cramped little closet,

Where I used to hide

This little me.

The little me;

The younger,

Smaller,

More timid,

Me.

But it's different now.

I'm larger.

I'm older.

I'm fuller–

With rage.

What I had then were whispers,

And closets were enough.

What I have now are screams

And roars,

And what I need

Is the vast,

Empty,

And full

It's different.

I just want a place for me to be a fool,

Freely,

Safely.

My journal–

Why isn't it enough anymore?

My sweet little journal;

Perhaps, because it was like

A little bathroom.

Like that bathroom I used to hide in,

Or the cramped little closet,

Where I used to hide

This little me.

The little me;

The younger,

Smaller,

More timid,

Me.

But it's different now.

I'm larger.

I'm older.

I'm fuller–

With rage.

What I had then were whispers,

And closets were enough.

What I have now are screams

And roars,

And what I need

Is the vast,

Empty,

And full 

Void