a random poem i wrote.

When I was younger, I would always write poems. I was told that I was very good at it so I figured I'd try again and post it. 

Here I am again,

trapped inside these four walls

with nothing left to do but 

think,

           write,

                  and

                            read.

I have big dreams,

                                     though.

I want to be the talk of the town,

the big girl on campus,

the one who wears the crown.

My problem?

I hate when 

                        all

                                eyes

                                     are

                                           on

                                                  me.

I quake,

studder,

and shake.

When I talk I get all choked up 

inside,

but hand me a pencil

and I've calmed the

tide.

Writing sets me free.

It protects me from studdering,

but still lets me be.

Here in this world I stand 

(without a microphone),

but in my hand

I hold my pen.

"Let me write," 

I manage to squeek.

"You can sing,

she can dance,

he can speak,

and

they can paint.

All are creative,

but 

let 

me 

be."