I was told to write a poem.
I thought it was easy
Because to me poetry is feelings  
Coming from experiences familiar to you
Until i heard we had to read them aloud
I silently freak.
Panic at the mere thought of having a glimpse of the real me exposed.
The part of me vulnerable
The part of me no ones knows
Poetry is my refuge
My safe heaven
My thoughts that are often burdens
Lifted from my shoulders to be written away from my pen
Onto paper
Ive written poems about me
Poems about
Problems
Sadness
Love
And i really don't think i'm ready
To share all this just yet