I feel suffocated talking to lots of people,

I feel so lonely in every parties I attended,

I can not stand the crowds all time,

I feel scared about their thoughts on me,

yet,

why,

Do I feel so secure expressing myself in verses and lines,

Voicing every pieces of my thoughts and story,

To the people I never met face-to-face,

And gladly accept any critiques to my words...

The only way I know how to be vulnerable & naked with my thoughts
When I am being honest with myself & with you
I'm giving you a piece of me
You just don't know it
Some of these poems are my secrets
Others just distant memories
My real life experiences
My bliss
My serendipity
My calamity
My feelings
My emotions
My mind
My heart
I am giving you a vulnerable me
And a vulnerable you
So when you connect with my words & thoughts
You are vulnerable too
And knowing that you & I can share this vulnerability
Gives me peace because I'm reminded that we're human

-elissette

Which one’s easier?
To focus on the good?
Or the bad?
The negative
And the sad,
Or the positive
And the glad?

There has to be a reason
Why I'm here on Earth,
And not in a world far away, where I can be anything more
More than a child who can do nothing but cry