Delete, Delete, It's Not

Delete, Delete, It’s Not! I picked a poem from a poetic past, Self-pity, lost love, and dramatic, Pressed the keys that shared it with the present, And then, and then There came a needling wheedling finger point, “Your ego is in the way” it said “Someone will be saddened by your words,” “Not impressed,” a dread, and This dark feeling pressed on my mind, My experience could be best forgot, and Not taint the mind of another, and so Delete, delete, it’s not!