Not Sayin' Sorry

Eyes close,

a melody flows through my head,

rhythms and beats,

words that come with ease.

The pencil meets the page,

to me, it's oh so sweet,

it's creative release.

You ask, can I read this piece?

I give you no answer, this is my poetry,

the deepest part of me, how can I let you see?

Do I dare let you see,

what's hidden beneath

my facade?

Do I let you in,

on the secrets I've tried

so hard to keep you from?

These words are my life, my heart, and my soul.

They speak the unspeakable, unwanted utterances

that you might not understand.

Still you persist, you ask me

can I please see this?

I turn to you and say,

reality is a smack in the face,

what you find in these pages,

might be the same.

What you read may change the way you think,

of me.

What you read might show you reality.

And I'm not gunna say I'm sorry,

that who you thought I was,

isn't always who I am.

And I'm not gunna say I'm sorry,

for the words that pour out of my soul.

I'm not say I'm sorry

for writing what I really feel.

I'm not gunna say I'm sorry,

for what you're about to read.

You wanted the truth,

now here it is...