Poems from Dawn and Dusk

I am anxiety; the blushing, the shaking,  the hoping to get friends, the never ending fear.   I am creativity; the paintings, the writing...
A worn out face stares through the fog, forgotten voices fill her head. The dripping of the constant rain, diminishes the never ending...
The sunlight slowly began to fade, It's silent whispers hissed, "Don't be afraid." It disappeared from empty streets, as little children...