Just what it says in the title, I guess.
I know that I will never be a great writer,
I'm much too logical and limited for that.
I know that nobody's there behind me,
Supporting me through it, that genuinely
Likes what I write, and that's okay.
It hurts, but it's all right.
I can accept that.
Maybe I'm horrible at this, and maybe
You don't understand, but I have to try.
That's who I am, always trying to get my
Point across even if nobody cares enough
To read it or just take note. I'm not that important.
I'm not talented, I'm not pretty, I'm not smart,
But I'm human, I have the very basic rights
That you have, and that is what gives me
The right of free speech in the form of this poem.
And I'm crying right now, and really thankful that
This is a screen and not paper, 'cause I'd be smudging
The graphite by now with tears.
I'm done, I'm so close to being done, to just
Give up, but writing is my addictive substance,
And I can't seem to give it up.