Possibly Insane

lost on this long path of life been through so much people have cut me down i've kept many dark secrets taken much hurt and pain left with really no place struggled to find any hope searching i found something writing, i found some comfort releasing haunting thoughts spilling the ugly memories pouring out my mistakes and stories of heartache. scared of letting anyone read finally, sharing, only anonymously even while claiming i hold no talent still maybe its all a mistake some might not understand or possibly judge and critique such is a vulnerable thing to lay out your guilt and shame now unsure of where to go from here with mixed reviews received some leave kind, caring words. then others who easily say, you're stupid and possibly insane. questioning if i should keep writing i then remember the release it brings- in that strange and comforting way. so i have to choose to write even if people think i'm insane.