My Harsh Life

I am an actual English author,
and am also also an OK artist.
It is sad if my works bother:
for I am never the smartest.

While I like to write, read, and edit,
I still indeed feel, dumb, very bitter.
My projects do actually need credit:
at times, I literally feel as a quitter.

Because it is hard to gain any attention,
I actually felt the need to be invisible.
It was difficult for me, to be mentioned,
my life with my man, opposite: fictional.

It is truly hard for me to live,
with the need for to 'do' give.