Who am I if I'm not someone else's
What am I doing building other people's dreams
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A little girl sits at the edge of the sea
Digging for creatures in the cool, wet sand
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She had eyes as blue as the ocean
On it's most clear and beautiful day
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Carol Nichols grew up in the small fishing town of Sebastian Florida. Being a salty Florida girl, the ocean inspires a lot of her writing. She has no previous publications but is working on a small collection to be made into a poetry chapbook. She is a member of the Laura Riding Jackson Foundation Writer's Club.)
Neurotic By Nature
Tears secretly sting my eyes
A feeling of fear so intense
It's now consuming my body and mind
My chest is heavy, voice is pinched
Anxiety starts to burn a hole
Like a cigarette touching paper
An emotion that cannot be controlled
Making me neurotic by nature
Face tingling, my mind is racing
There's no reaction to the breaths I'm taking
Paying a debt I do not yet owe
Imprisoned in my own head
Put on a smile, don't let it show
That I want to scream but I laugh instead
To write is to entertain, to seduce the reader. It is lonely work but it gives you the chance to be great on your own.