No one will line up through the night
just to see me or what I write.
No one will wait hours on end
just for a chance to maybe spend
some cash to hear my thoughts and words.
That doesn’t mean that I’m not heard.
No one will fill a stadium
to hear of the awards I’ve won.
That doesn’t mean I’m not enough.
I’m simply meant for different stuff.
My audience may be quite small
and someday won’t exist at all.
That’s not why I picked up my pen.
I can’t control how this may end.

-Emily Roberts