Escaping the World

My escape begins as the pen hits my hand.
It's a stress relief you may never understand.
Begining to convey ideas I don't even know.
Each and every feeling; every high, every low.
It's an uncontrolable feeling to let my hand do the walking,
And it's so much easier than face-to-face talking.
Explaining to the world what I should not fear,
With no prejudice against whoever wants to hear.
Hoping the world judges each and every word,
So at least someone will listen to what you never heard.