My Personal Echo Chamber

I never let myself express my thoughts or feelings to others. That'd be embarrassing. Here, though, it's like my own personal echo chamber. My thoughts go out They bounce back to me And no one's the wiser. Not many read my poems. Those that do are like ghosts. Passing by with little more than a whisper of the wind To show they were ever even there at all. No one I know can read these. No one I know can find out what I think or feel or want. It's a comfort. This space is safe from the prying eyes of non-strangers. Here, I can speak without fear.