My Works


“Why don’t you ever share your works?” She asks, ruffling through the pages.
Pages upon pages filled with words you’ll never see.
I’ve devoted so much time to the things I write, and they’re written only just for me.
It’s my own personal therapy.
Perhaps it’s my fears holding me back.
Fear of Rejection coupled with my fear of Self- Expression.
It’s a simple recipe
If I never put out what I really feel, rejection will never be able to reach the deepest part of me.
If I keep my words hidden deep in my books, nothing can ever break me
You see,
I write what I feel, I write what I see.
I write about things that don’t make sense to me.
I spill my secret dreams, and expose all of my unending insecurities.
So the answer is as simple as it seems
To share my writing, to share my words:
It would be like sharing the deepest parts of me for the entire world to see

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