I started writing poetry
By filling in words people wanted to hear me say.
I wrote for other people,
Always hoping they'd see a girl behind her words,
Cowering in fear of speaking so instead writes poetry.
A girl that one day, they'd might like to meet.
Then soon afterwards,
Picking up the pen was
As easy as dropping it;
When there was no one to read,
There was no one to write for,
And no more poems.
After a long year of hiatus and drifting like a tumbleweed,
I decided to write for myself, then others.
Instead of trying to capture attention -
Some sort of recognition for my efforts and abilities -
I just tried to create a filter free me. To release the artwork in simple ol' me.
No more trying to create an artwork to hide behind,
But becoming the subject I can explore and discover;
At long last, I found the perfect someone to write poetry for: me.
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