Poems by me and others

Me 18

An idea pops into your head.

You write out what your thinking.

You won't show anyone though.

Your too scared to.

Your nervous just writing.

You made the mistake of bringing it to class.

Now people want to read it.

You won't let them.

You still have that early writers jitters.

But you parents think it's great.

Just a bit to morbid.

Your jitters grow worse.

So now you just sit in your room writing