At the end of the day all we want to do is matter!

You asked me why I stopped writing 

all of a sudden

but did you know

every line felt like a huddle

it first hit me

when I was told I write beautifully

but I could see that no one took it quite seriously

still I write every inch of me

but now was met dead ears and eyes that saw

only what they want to see

with quivering hands and a throbbing mind 

I begged for the paper to set me free

only to see the rains wash away the ink slowly

NO my dear nothing happened suddenly