I had to boycott.
I needed time.
I missed it.
I really did.
All my happiness,
frustration,
sadness,
everything.
Went into writing my poems.
It's so hard now, trying to find time to write them.
Even if I love doing it.
I want to tell people I know in real life that I do,
I write and write.
But, they'll see a glimpse of my life.
That I haven't shared with those around me,
just the whole other world I come to.
A world where I'm not so different when I write poems,
I'm not the girl who is a math wiz or chemistry know it all.
It's so nice.
I have a clean slate.
All your happiness, frustration, sadness and everything went into writing poems because you gained amazing perception to express it tn words. Wisely penned poem is shared.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Rebecca. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.