Published to drafts

I don't want you to see this , don't want it to let it out

but it doesn't matter this is a thing you'll not care about.

I don't know if I'm doing it wrong and being a fucking idiot all along.

But i'ts like your telling me go somewhere else to where I belong.

Am i being too paranoid  Like the one's taking steroids?

 Is this anxiety untrue like the news on the tabloid?

This sucks! this sucks! This sucks!

Being again a desperate wanna be..

Writing this poem that's considered as trash.

Which will be again published to drafts.