Alone.
I sit here, confused, new to this,
Unwilling to be found out,
Hiding behind my computer screen.
As the soft, untouched fingers glide over the black keys,
I laugh, laugh from within,
What am i doing here?
You'll probably never see me again.
Lily Espinosa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beginning-6/
