I was thinking since people usually write or sing to release the feeling inside why don't we all try it. Here I shall put mine out first.

Blanks sheets of paper
No writing has stayed here
Spilling ink makes me think.
People come people go.
Lying like Pinocchio.
Solid Lies corrode so fast.
Like statues with many cracks.
All I want is to write my history.
Without people watching me.
All I ever see is cold eyes.
Where even saints cast Judgemental cries.
All I know is that if one casts a stone.
Many of us will take our own.
So to be frank, to make it clear, I wish all hate was to disappear.
Now in the end I can say, that if I was allowed to use my pen, without the Judgement of men, Then only then would our words be free!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pvqjmcp5nZo

--rolls eyes.-- its getting old people....I mean stop stereotyping me and other people meh