The Beginning

I sit here, confused, new to this,
Unwilling to be found out,
Hiding behind my computer screen.

As the soft, untouched fingers glide over the black keys,
I laugh, laugh from within,
What am i doing here?
You'll probably never see me again.

by Lily Espinosa

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Comments (3)

I never said you would understand it, don't try to, and don't expect anything from me.
If you chose to riddle us with such nonsense I almost wish you we would never see you again
Right, well that didn't turn out too well..!