I don't know what happened,
but ever since I got really mad,
the people on here seem to like me more.
Raw emotion might have been what they were waiting for.
It seems I've been feeling pretty hard lately.
But fear overtakes my expression.
I fear sounding trite and cheesy.
Writing light and easy.
Rhyming or running away-
I'm always doing something to hide.
Until I just wrote an explosion one night.
Now, I sometimes string artful lines-
but I don't mind letting go of my pride.
I owe this freedom to all those that read,
not just mine but anything on this feed.
The more words we exchange,
the more we extend appreciation,
we grow together.
So I am thankful for those readers
who not only excused my temper tantrums,
but paid homage.
I ended up gaining rather than losing.
And all I can ask now,
is for you all to keep reading.