• I tear out yet another piece of paper

    I've made yet another mistake

    I turn to a blank page

    and pick up my pen and start writing another fake

    How come my feelings don't come across whatever I make

    How come my writing isn't as deep as even a shallow lake

    maybe I lack feeling

    maybe I haven't been through enough

    maybe this isn't my thing

    maybe I just suck

    How come I ask questions and never get an answer

    Maybe it's my disease, just my own cancer