What Am I Gonna Call This?
I hate when I can't think of a name for something.
Writer's block drives me so crazy I could stab myself with this damn pen.
I can't think of a single thing
Even after this so-called writing.
I just hit a road block again and again.
Why do I even start something?
I can never give it a fucking end!
I just try and start over
And try and start over.
I don't even know where to begin.
Like when you always aim
And always miss.
Why are my points so...pointless?
So...
What am I gonna call this?
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PoetAnd_I_KnowIt
I like to speak the truth In every thing I do Don't worry I'm not going to lecture you I prefer harmony and peace Still I take whatever is put in front of me I hurt but I don't show it I'm happy but mostly in the moment I write so my sadness will stop growing I'm on this site because I'm a poet and I know it. *drops the mic*
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