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I didn't know my poems would be displayed, so my drafts line up the block to form another page, a lonely poem is here meant for my lover, the other ones will stay hidden shall not discussed with yet another, I used to use a loud speaker to ask for help, now I speak to those close by and seek it myself, my childhood was what it was and my adulthood shall be, if you don't know me very well then don't expect the whole story, pardon my being closed off, I'm kind and sweet and all, but I learned over time not everyone catches you when you fall, not everyone's net is soft and spongy, not everyone net is clear to see, they hold a net for you and talk about your problems to everybody, my poems can be for audiences but some are silent cries within, you'll probably never hear them unless you are close friend or my lover for that matter, everyone else is on the outer, don't take it personally, my thoughts don't always need to be splattered