I am not a new writer, I started when I was 13, I am now 30. I have many, many books of poetry I have written over the years and have kept them in a drawer for no one to view but me. Everything is personal and it comes from my heart. In a way that is what kept me from sharing, who wants to read about my personal stuff. I am the broken one, the loved one, the confused one and the only one. This is me and I have decided to open the drawer. Rummage through if you please.