When I look back at
What I write, I don't see
The words, I see the
Tears I let my pen leak onto the page.

I don't recognise this rhyme,
I don't remember this image
In my mind. I haven't felt
This emotion before, the one I expressed
So vividly, so painfully clearly, right here.

This is not mine.
This is my hand's work
My pen's pain that
I forgot to wipe away.

I refuse to accept this.