Thought I'd try and throw something together to give you an idea of my writing style. I'm rather fond of poetry, as you'll come to learn.
You look at me
The sceptiscm radiating from your weary gaze
Yet I gain no warmth from your attention
You're drowning in the depths of your insomniac haze.
You had it all
Without trying you were a self-righteous king
Now we're under siege from the outside
You gain no solace from the plans that I bring.
You built the walls
Misreading my desperate attempts to get inside
Silent screams through soundproof glass
In the cradle of escapism you continue to hide.
You watched it fall
Life's aspirations crashing deafeningly to the ground
I'm still fighting against your indifference
By the hands of helplessness I am bound.