My mind has been blank
and so has my paper
the pen in my hand has just been to heavy to carry
i used to write on here to impress old people and get excited at their long exaggerated feedback
that was kind of mean but truth, kindness is something i usually lack
I just know how to rhyme words that express thoughts and create mumble jumble
Is this me trying to be humble?
i feel like this write represents the way my brain argues with myself everyday
My insecurities fighting with my pride that’s just trying to stay out of the way
My lover has left to the army and my life is dull and gray
so excuse my depressive episode and pretend you’re blown away
life has been pretty uneventful these days and my ambition is somewhere in the lost and found
i’ve been trying to make myself write in this time of pitifulness, so maybe you’ll se my poems around
Thanks for reading this terrible cluster of words, i might get better so don’t lose hope
or i won’t