For now it is just one poem(may later become a collection) about the unheard of insecurities of supposedly "perfect" girls. I writing about the ones people forget to worry about. Vote if you like it, comment too. Comments give me life ♥

This is the entry I put in for a writing contest called 'CREATE'[didn't win :(...]. It's a poem that doesn't rhyme. It was made because I am a person who is for a majority of my time alone with my thoughts. I hope it is to your liking. Don't hesitate to write about how this influences the way you feel about the word 'fall'.

Walker Miles. Yes that's my name and I am aware that you probably find it funny. I wasn't really sure what I was going to do with the year other than be a perfect good boy, nerd. But... looks like that's not how things are going to go, because I know her secret. ~~~ Hey my name is Sami and I'm not up for explaining but looks like I don't have a choice. Yes, little boy Walker knows my secret. One that nobody but the two of us know. I'm S.O.S., an unwanted artist and I've got a message.