Nobody seems to like my poems although I fill them with the pain that circulates from my head to my toes. Expressing emotion is so hard to do yet people expect that it's a simple trick a thought come to mind, either a hit or a miss. But it's so much more you see, the horrors locked away in the depths of your soul written down on a page for the public to see, a way to vent those nights you spent in the dark. What's the point of creativity if it cannot be shared, if those around you don't find meaning from all the time that you spend, hidden away behind a screen broken down and typing the thoughts you have stored for years. Though this poem might rhyme little, I hope that you see that I'm just a girl behind a computer screen, hoping to find someone like me.
This was pointless, a bit of a rant and an expression of myself in some ways more than others. This is probably the sloppiest work I have ever done but it's all that comes to mind.