___Blank Pages____

Page after page of blank sheets,
like a school in summer with empty seats.

A notebook with no notes,
but not a book with people who dote.

Pages of plain white,
with nothing to write.

No feelings to spill
only feelings to deal.

That we hold in,
that makes our heads spin.

They have no way out,
until we shout.

Because our emotions build up,
like an over filled cup.