Letting it all out
Etching words
Onto paper with that pen
With the faulty tip
Saying all that truth
Scratching half of it out
Because even in your own thoughts
You make it sound
Like something you think others
Might want to hear
Even in your own thoughts
You revise
And you edit
And you make it look like a mess
But when you read it
It sounds
Like something you think others
Might want to hear
When you read it
Others won't see the words
Spliced in half with that line
Or the way
That you spelled that one word wrong
Just like you always do
But you think
That no one will know
That you made those mistakes
But when you're left handed
Left hand drags
Left hand trails
Left hand smudges
Left hand stains
Left hand gets covered in the ink
Ink from the good words
The words that sound
Like something you think others
Might want to hear
Ink from the bad words
The ones spliced in half with that line
Left hand gets covered in the evidence
You thought no one would hear.