Echo!!!!!! Anyone out there? If there is, I'd like to post something. Its called

A True Poem

by Lloyd Schwartz

I'm working on a poem that's so true, I can't show it to anyone.
I could never show it to anyone.
Because it says exactly what I think, and what I think scares me.
Sometimes it pleases me.Usually it brings misery.
And this poem says exactly what I think.
What I think of myself, what I think of my friends, what I think about my lover.
Exactly.Parts of it might please them, some of it might scare them.
Some of it might bring misery.
And I don't want to hurt them, I don't want to hurt them.
I don't want to hurt anybody.I want everyone to love me.
Still, I keep working on it.Why?Why do I keep working on it?
 Nobody will ever see it. Nobody will ever see it.
I keep working on it even though I can never show it to anybody.
I keep working on it even though someone might get hurt.

I thought it was a pretty cool poem. Goodbye Echos.