A writer's mind .

My mind that's held captive to writing .

Responsibilities placed on my shoulder as more people noticed my work , more interest which would lead me into continuing my piece . Content by the sudden notice . Yes , but at the same time I felt nervous and afraid . What if I couldn't produce a good story line , what if i lost interest . What if my ideas don't come . What if ,  those were the questions i would ask over and over again like a broken record player .

Trapped in my own misery and happiness .

Am I happy ? Do i like writing . Yes and no .

Sometimes I feel trap in this big burdern called writing .

Sometimes I feel like I'm lost yet at the same time I feel content . Writing that let's my mind go loose but at the same time it drives me mad as i fall into a pit of depression .