This Pen!!

I have a pen in my hand and a blank paper on the desk. My thoughts are clouded I have no idea what to write. All I can think of is to write something new To maybe ease my pain,or to ease someone else's. Someone had once told me that my poems would help people out But who have I helped and what have I done? If I can't even write what comes to mind Then how am I suppose to help people and make them feel better? I can't even write how I really feel Cause I can't find the right words to stress on this paper. It just laughs and stares and reminds me That I am nothing, I feel it mocking me; I'm so frustrated with my incompetence Of not doing what I should be capable of I feel like a failure, I have not done What they said I could,maybe they have Mistaken me for a poet cause as I know it I feel like I am nothing more then a wannabe writer.