Scrap Paper

I write to release a caged up inner beast
to create and maintain some sorta outer peace.
Jot down some feelings so i can read later
Thanks to my pencil and piece of scrap paper.
 i feel so out, of a place i dont belong.
Wishing i could fit in, just to get along.
I grab another sheet of a to be work, Im the creator.
Done with my pencil and piece of scrap paper.
Sometimes when i express but cant seem to address
Ill crumble these lines up, there unimportant and a mess
trying to stress, HI-Lite and confess
composing a point so it comes out the best
Throw the whole thing away, so i dont feel like a faker.
Use me then lose me just like a piece of scrap paper...