unknown by choice

October 22, 2010
By Anonymous

i ask and i ask but all they tell me is when you feel its done
ill never feel its done itll never be perfect
i worry but i seem calm
i laugh to cover lonely sobs
i write and i feel free but i have not enough comfort to share
my work is never done
it lay gathering dust
i wish to scream shout tell the world bout my fear
instead i sit keep quiet and be the good little child
ill take the names and the dirty looks rather than publish my work
with this said i sign this as
unknown by choice

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.


MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!