It's All In My Mind

(un)inspired

I write from the heart, or from personal experiences.

But.

The words that flow out onto my poems sometimes isn't real.

If not that,  I lay out cliché ideas that make no sense to me.

I try to be original.

I just try too hard.

You understand, right?

I just want you all to understand what and how I feel,

With subliminals sprinkled everywhere on top of the poem like a soon to be decorated cake.

I just try too hard sometimes.

I sometimes lose sense of myself and it comes out all wrong,

Not the way I truly want it to be.

I'm uninspired nowadays,

Uninspired by the non-existent wave of ideas that constantly floods my brain.

I wish it was like a light switch that I could turn off and on whenever I feel like it,

It be easier, but it be so bland that way.

I'm uninspired and its all my fault,

I let myself topple over and forgot all about this.

I should do some research to help me with this issue,

To make this poem more tasteful,

but I'm lazy and I haven't updated.

It feels good to get this out.