I speak not,
Not for fear of response,
But for fear of what I'll say.
I am blank,
Not for fear of being read,
But for fear of what I'll let show.Now you compare me to the clouds
To the hidden sun
Even to the unsteady waves.I know what I want
And I know what I need
But you'll fight
Just to know what I feel.
YOU ARE READING
JOURNEY INTO MY WORLD
PoetryWhen there's no one to turn to, we tend to turn to the one thing that's almost secrete to us. I turn to my pen and paper. My life might not be all that interesting but why don't u let curiosity get the better of you.