I am

I am the feather pen in the black ink.

I wonder when I'll be able to tell my story.

I hear my soul cracking.

I see my ink drying up.

I want someone to understand me.

I am the feather pen in the black ink.

I pretend I'm not alone.

I feel alone in a crowded room.

I touch everyone's heart differently.

I worry I'm going to be forgotten.

I cry for all that I don't say.

I am the feather pen in the black ink.

I understand the shaking of my hand.

I say things that mean nothing.

I dream that one day someone will understand.

I try to pretend everything is okay.

I hope I can tell my story one day.

I am the feather pen in the black ink.

My name is Crystal Mays. I am 17 years old. My dream is to be an author one day, so I hope you all like my poems.