Im not good

Im not good nor great at poetry But when i read other peoples poetry Its like looking at the night sky I see the constellations up high And then i start contemplating my complications Of how i write Is it good enough ? A pencil in my hand My nose crunching My eyes rolling My palms are shaking I have to much on my mind When i think of words to write I see the ocean waving on the sand But im the one on dry  land I run blank for miles to think What do i say, what shall i write