If word have a voice

I was born in someone's mind, they inked me down on a piece of paper, and wrote feelings they don't want to unbind.

I have been soaked a few times from the emotions of my creator, I have been caressed a couple of times by the same hands of my writer.

I don't know what I hold within me, they say I don't know my capability, if I had a voice I would have have let them know that I am e to stay and I would never go. here

little did I know I was never meant to be, I wasn't a showpiece for everyone to see, because my darkness can maké people cry, even if I am placed in a place surrounded by fire.

If I ever got rebirth I would rather be a pen, for them to hold forever and won't be left alone again.