Sometimes I wonder if what I do is right,
Spending my time over paper, I write and I write,
Never having enough to put out into the world,
Always finding excuses, my mind swirls and swirls,
"Maybe tomorrow" I sigh, as the cycle repeats,
With a whole load of people waiting for me,
How close is soon, when soon is too far?
How do they do it, my friends and their talents, as I watch from afar,
They can sing, they can draw, everything that I want to be able to be,
Spending time uselessly, wanting someone to see,
That I'm trying, I want to, why can't you see?
I'm more than you think, do you really even know me?
The way that I want someone to just even talk,
So maybe I won't feel so bad when I'm alone when I walk,
Listening to each tune, with each lyric a new thought,
"Do it, Enanan, they're waiting for you"
I push my thoughts as I create something new,
With all of this support, I can only thank you all,
I promise, I'm trying, I'll give it all I've got.
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Enanan's Poetry Journal ☆彡
PoetryHello there and welcome to a different style of story compared to my usual ones, called 'Enanan's Poetry Journal' Despite not really liking poetry as a subject, I find sometimes with certain topics in my mind my pen flows smoother and suddenly I ha...
