A Curious Conundrum Quietly Contemplated

I find it odd, this urge of mine,
To write in humour and in rhyme.
A poem can be so much more.
With words and themes that seem to soar.
Some are sad and weigh on the heart,
Yet with jokes and laughter I cannot part.


That isn't actually my conundrum. I started writing and felt the urge to drop some phat rhymes like the super cool wordsmith I am. NO, my curious thought was this:

Why is it that I want to write things that are seen by an audience of people, yet I only succeed in doing so through some light-hearted musings on my facebook status?

A big chunk of myself wants to proclaim to the masses through said social network, "Hey everyone, I've written something new on my blog. Go look. Now!" But I'm far too scared of the laughter directed at me and my ramblings. So how exactly do you explain wanting an audience you're too afraid of getting? Tell me that Freud! The funny thing is, obviously this is on my blog so why am I writing it here? Now I'm not even sure I should post it. Maybe it should be A Confusingly Curious Conundrum Quietly Contemplated.