Writer's Corner

Frustrated Writer

It was always in my head.
All the ideas and scenes.
But I dont have the gut to speak,
Or even write it with a pen.

I always wanted to be heard.
To make them listen in a bit.
To let them feel all my pains,
My joy, my shouts or yells.

I doubt myself if I could really write.
If I have the talent or it was all a lie.
But passion of me is inside.
In my heart, soul and my mind.

I lost it a long time ago.
It takes ages to be move.
I took a pen and write it slow.
My heart pounds, as if it will blow.

Maybe someday, I will be notice.
By someone who can accept my essence.
Hear my thoughts and conscience.
And make me feel the real happiness.