Poems by me and others

Untitled Part 24

You offer your help.

Some take it.

Some don't.

You get people to do things for you.

In turn you give one of your short stories.

You love writing horror.

But it's the one thing you are truly sensitive about.

You want to show people.

But your anxiety and fears don't let you.

Then that....thing..inside your hear attacks that.

You reach out to people only to get ignored.

Someone finally says something back and it means the 

World to you.

But you loss their interest in you.

You start concealing feeling.

And start wierding your self out.

You feel like a disappointment.

But there is always that one person of hope.

That you can cling to and they won't ignore you.