When words first started to leave my head in a unique, and artistic way I found myself overlooked upon this matter.
Despite the fact that I wrote down my heart, and spoke as strongly as I could.
I was often noticed very little.
I yearned to become as popular as those who had people crying at the drop of a dime.
As those who I saw others quote, and over-analyze each word.
I wanted to become a person who was recognized as an artist, not just someone who writes.
Still it seemed even when I hit the high point in my life, I couldn't accomplish their fame.
What makes my feelings less worth reading?
Do I not sprinkle enough fancy words that people won’t understand in my works?
Or am I not as poetic, and deep?
When it all came down to it, I guess my feelings just weren't as unique as I thought they originally were.
Even if I received some praise I never seemed to feel like people were craving for me to write more.
Maybe I should have been writing for myself.