Without Words

The blank white page was staring at me,
Burning a hole into my skin.
Begging me to reveal my secrets
Of all I've ever been.

I took my pencil to the reflective page,
And wrote out my full name.
But regardless of how long I scribbled,
The white sheet stayed the same.

I scratched a thousand horrid letters,
Carved out everything I know.
And still all the things that I admitted,
The paper refused to show.

The panic swelled inside of me,
As I could not let out the words.
So I chose the better method,
The one that would not hurt.

I turned the pencil to myself,
Took it to my exhausted face.
And erased myself for all I'm worth,
Which wasn't much in my case.