Problems
I have so many
Problems
How can I say
How I feel?
What if I
Mess up?
Get loud?
Break down
In tears?

I have people
To talk to
I'm just
Afraid
Of what they'll think
So I write
It is better
To be anonymous
Then to be afraid

I have problems
I doubt myself
That I am not beautiful
That no one will like me
I doubt my skills
My voice
My pen
My everything

I hide
I place a mask
A smile
And hide behind it all
No one can tell
At least
I hope they can't

Even now
I am fearful
Of my problems
They are not big
Just
Insecurities
And other things
But I still have
Problems

I write
And write
And write
Until it has all spilled out
Fears
Failures
I lay it down
Is it wrong?
To show myself
To those I do not know?
Perhaps
But I do it

Because
I can't
Hide
My problems
Not anymore