Thinking hard about what to write
But everything I jot just don\'t feel right
Words escape me and run away
No matter how hard I think they won\'t stay
It\'s crippling to be so close and yet so far
Do you ever think so hard you don\'t know who you are
How hard can it be to jot words on a pad
It\'s frustrating to fail it\'s making me mad
I just want to be consistent as a poet
But I\'m a beginner and I know it
Googling rhymes because I just can\'t think
Like I dunno what rhymes maybe kitchen sink
That doesn\'t even make sense
I\'m under no pretence
That I\'m actually any good
I\'m not a poet or a rapper from the hood
But if I didn\'t write my thoughts would consume me
I just want to be free
Ever want to tear up your head?
Because a little voice inside wants you dead
Words on a page make a difference to me
They are the key
To my pent up aggression and limitless rage
All eaten up by a page
It\'s fun to ramble and make no sense
It seems a little insanity is my defence