Poetry. I felt ashamed of my life. I still do. A solitary life. I hid away. Existed by myself. Within myself. Lived in slow motion. Nothing happened. My life feels like nothing. What have I done? What have I learned. I feel far behind humanity. Unable to move. For fear. I fear people knowing. That I have earned very little from life. That I am controlled by my fears. Of moving forward. Of looking back.