is someone reading?

Can you imagine waking up to words that make sense only to you. Scared to write them down because of the judgment of others. The submissive thoughts are embarrassing could anyone relate? Then something strikes me and all those thoughts pour out on paper. After its written I send it out to the world with fear. Is someone reading is someone relating? I can only hope and wish that one person connects. Im so sensitive so I stay away from critics. My art is my life.