A Writer's ThoughtsMature

I have this damn blank page in front of me.

Staring.

White.

It reminds me how I feel.

A blank slate, open for use.

Maybe I can make a poem out of this.

Wouldn't my English teachers be proud...

Look at me writing!

I've got nothing to say,

But look at me writing!

It's  a feat of incredible,

miraculous 

strength!

It's going to kill me one day,

I know it.

No one should ever have such power!

A tool of expression,

It's too much to handle.

I can't do it!

Somebody save me from my mind!

Fuck--

I just wrote something....

And I'm pretty sure I just wasted my time.

The End

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