I made poetry and then it drowns me with openness. The poetry existed within me before I released it, so I don't know if I made it, or if it has been making me all along. So I release it and I feel a little lost, like filled with a long lost sad song. I feel a little lost without it still existing within me. I feel a little lost. But I made poetry and then it sets me free. It shines bright like a star too And that scares me.