Blank Pages

An empty paper stares at me
It taunts as I delay
Stringing words together
That I never dared to say
It asks me how I dare to think
The things I still conceal
My choice to live in fantasies
When none of it was real
It marvels at my hidden life
And laughs at my despair
Reminding me of things I've lost
That weren't even there
It finds a way to bring me in
Then tosses me aside
Calling me a coward for
The things I choose to hide
And even when I finally write
These things I should have said
I cross out every single word
And leave them in my head