When I was in the eight grade
My mother handed me a blank book
Cause my teacher told her that
I failed to express like other kids could
When I was in the eight grade my mother handed me a pen
And she said "Dear child now you fail to realise but one day you'll know the power and the might of this pen"
So I wrote and wrote about stupid ideas and my dreams
Filled with crazy adventures and dragons that exhales light beams
But then when I turned sixteen kids laughed at me for writing my journal
They said that's not how cool kids
Deal with their burdens
So I kept aside the mighty pen
And it lay'd like that
For years and years
Accumulating dust
But then one day when I was standing under my cold shower
I realised what my mom has truly meant
"My darling the pen is mightier than your blade".
So instead of letting my words accumulate in my head
I decided it was time to remove my mighty pen
And I wrote all my feelings down
And when I finished I had a strange sensation
It was like I had poured my heart to a stranger.
And that's when I truly learned
About the might of the pen
Because it had just saved me
From ending my life
Again.
