Is It Just Me?
My walls may be rough,
Even though I don't try.
I act all tough,
But I do sometimes cry.
I am quite tall,
Sturdy as a tree.
But sometimes I feel small,
Just wanting to be free.
I write online stories,
My followers supportive and kind.
To escape all my worries,
But to my problems I am bind.
Strong and weak I have quite a range,
Is it just me?
I am very strange,
Please, just let me be free.