I lay here in bed
Reading the works of others,
Admiring is what I should say.
Is it really admiration,
Or is it jealousy
I'm not sure I can tell you the difference
I just can't help but wonder why I'm not as good as them
My words don't flow as well
Other poems can be described as a river, a beautiful river
Mine however is a puddle. Full of mud.
Why can't I sleep?
The thoughts of anything I do being horrible creeping into my head
I can't enjoy others work without feeling bad about myself
Maybe I have a problem
Maybe I'm just tired
Or I could need sleep
I guess I'll never know
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Poems
PoetryHello, this is just my poems to get my thoughts and feelings out ig. Read if you want (no promises that they are good) If you read feel free to give advice on how to improve <3
