Give me a pen ‘n’ paper and I’ll write you all my fears, afflictions, doubts, insecurities, and my weaknesses.
I’ve changed, I know. Now you judge me like you have every right to. Like I should have remained stagnant and useless to myself, useless to what is constant.
My experiences are not yours, that is why the liberty to throw burnt words of scornful change befits the embers of your thoughtless mouth.
Give me a pen ‘n’ paper and I’ll arrest you with the very words of that change you need and crave for unbeknownst.
Is my remake too zippy for you? Or were you expecting less of me and my being that you are surprised at how far I’ve come, and how close you are not.
Give me a pen ‘n’ paper and I’ll hit you out of denial into disgust with the sting of truth in every word I weave.
Give me a goblet of ink, and I’ll wipe out every letter of my fears, afflictions, doubts, insecurities, and weaknesses.
For I know that no matter how hard I don’t even try, I can’t trust you, with the farthing of my breath.
Give me a pen ‘n’ paper, and I’ll write what just crossed your mind.