Underestimate the quaking of the words
Typed
Voiced
Or forever unheard
A silent hope can be broken and burned when the power possessed crushes it by the herd
Watch the flames fallen forward in a forest of words
And the plot of a story speeds into a swerve
shifting endings and results in a dive like birds
Ending in beak-first collisions next to a concrete curb
RIP motivation
when the crowd leaves you dry
Sometimes left in the dark pondering your reasons why
Wishing you had the spark that people liked, you cared less about awe
Only left to no surprise when you get drowned and nobody saw.
It's okay to write for yourself, but no one can say honestly that they ONLY write for themselves when writing online.
We like to relate, we're connected, and we want people to feel heard, but what happens when you're the one not feeling it...?
Sometimes a Diary isn't the scream you need, but the support of your fellow struggling team.