She told me to write
So I did
Now I'm left in a pile of poems that no one will ever get to read
I'm feeling more emotions than I have in years, too afraid to let them see all these sides of me
I'm attempting to pretend that I know what I'm talking about
She told me to write
Because what I make is beautiful
The way my words twist and contrast make her interested
My raw emotions speak to her, would my average work disappoint?
She told me to write
To let others see how I feel
Express myself in a way that they can comprehend
How can they possibly understand when I'm too afraid to show them?
She told to write
To work towards being okay
To continue putting one foot in front of the other
As it was the only thing keeping me alive
So I tried
YOU ARE READING
Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
