One day the way I write

will be my downfall

in all ways

It will break me down

and crush me to the ground

like a plastic bottle

The way my finger flow and write stories

about anything on my mind

may be bad in some way 

Maybe what flows from my mind

will be too dark to share

and get me shunned by the world

Or it will be too odd to even 

be read by more then one

lost soul who happens to see it

Or maybe I will write something that

messes with my head

and that will just be the end

Or maybe I will always write

just the right stuff that 

people like you enjoy to read