Why can't you read my poetry you ask
Posted online for the world to see
Does our friendship mean nothing to me?

Well it's like this..You don't know me, well only parts
You see the flower so bright, never to droop
With bees buzzing around waiting to land
But you don't see the inner parts, the stem that can barely stand
that is slowly falling and rotting on the inside

You know only the smiles and the joy
But really i'm delicate, one chop and my beauty is destroyed
only my fellow poets see that side of me
the obsessed mess you never see

Maybe one day when I'm feeling conceited feeling good
I'll show you the feelings I write, maybe i should...?