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.
Copyright © Stefanie Figueroa | Year Posted 2006
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