One day soon I will walk out, journal in hand, fingers marked with black ink and I will smile.
I won't hide these words anymore.
I won't tuck them under books and pretend that they're just notes.
I won't glance around, worrying, terrified that someone saw me writing.
I will be proud and shameless.
These words will be my own, they will speak my truth.
And finally the outside will match the inside.