I don’t write for the public eye

My poems are shy
They seek refuge 
In the dot of i
Hiding in the curves
Of an impatient my
Why even share?
My stanzas yelp for help
But the adult is here
Give me the wheel, I can steer
Sanitize the words we fear
Leave that thought 
Where no one can see
I think of all the uncensored poems 
Hiding in me