Was My Writings Ever Good Enough? Poem by Star Blossom Williams

Tired of being alone
ready to go home...
Ive been seeing the straight eyes
Looking at the sky
I can finally breathe,
I feel so alive!
Running round' in circles
Making suicidal turn bolts
But I never stop now
Im so energetic, Im so happy
And Im ready
Was my smile not straight and cuffed?
So I wrote bundles of letters
And I ask for peddles
As I wonder in my head,
Was my writings ever good enough?