she's a poet.

she's often labeled as an introvert
because she talks to few people.

she has a close circle,
and being with them gives her the greatest joy.
she feels understood by them.

as a poet,
she finds it hard to speak up.

she's used to spending
hours and hours and hours
rewriting her thoughts
until they perfectly capture the essence of her emotions.

speeches make her nervous,
she knows she only has one chance to make it perfect.

she's a chaotic perfectionist.

many poets have anxiety,
and she's just like them.

she's used to sharing her thoughts
with one person at most,
but even those thoughts have been filtered.

she knows those thoughts won't be accepted,
because most of them have been labeled
by society as inappropriate.

because people think her poem about sorrow
means she's depressed.

that her poem about passion
means she's a *****.

in reality,
she finds the strongest emotions to express
and puts them into words.

few people dislike the poet,
but only because they don't understand her.

she knows that revealing her thoughts
would make people judge her,
and there's fewer things she hates more than judgement.

the poet is a gem
that few people understand,
that few people appreciate.

she turns to anonymous platforms to share her art,
because even with her low self-esteem,
she knows her words are going to take her far.

the poet is one of the most beautiful people on this planet,
but she'll never know.