Loneliness Made Me A Writer

That childhood of joy

Ended with sadness all way

Not going out to play

As there was no fun playing ith clay

Making friends was a big issue

As everyone used her like tissue

Sitting alone in the corner of room

Silently engulfing pain no one to hear her scream

She was a kid with unfulfilled dreams

Who has very much love for icecreams

Slowly she started to write in a book

How her day begins and how everyone looks

This lead to her a habit called writing a diary

Which lead her to write poetry