I hide my poetry from everyone,
Every piece from my dark twisted poems,
To my nature expressions.

I'm not sorry for writing them,
But I'm embarrassed to show,
What I do in my spear time.

Maybe it's because I think they will judge me
Or because I don't like my own work.
Maybe they wouldn't like it.
It's my biggest secret
That I guard with my life,
Like it's the most important thing.

I've never been normal,
But it's weird even for me right?
Even if it's my best poem ever,
It'll be only my eyes that view it
And the members of poetry websites.

I would rather share my work,
With people like me,
Who I've never met and
Who understand how amazing writing is.