The Pen

Me and my Pen, my hand and my thoughts Thousands of words twisted in knots Picking them out, one word at a time twisting and turning, tell I put them in line My Pen in my hand, what should I right? No lines too big, for this Pen to fight My Pen creates feelings, some make me want to scream My Pens, a real jerk sometimes, why's he got to write so mean My Pen tells stories, that can shock you all My Pen turns stomachs, because I write so raw Still me and my Pen, room to write all, another day's thoughts, another writing saw