A brief poem to commemorate my joining writing.com. It is a bit dramatic, I guess -_-'
It's so difficult to find the energy to try hard
Every empty promise to help with the story
Makes me not want to trust anybody
Is this story doing okay?
Is this direction really the right way?
When they hear you're a writer
Everyone's all excited
But no one wants to help you succeed
Where do I find the help that I need?
Please won't you help me?
Won't you be a sounding board for me?
Tell me if I have any place in this writing world
Would anybody pick up the book of an Asian girl?