I Can't Pretend

Poetess

Now I'm possessed with no inspiration.
Nothing to talk about and no explanation.
No stories to be said and nothing to entertain.
Zero percent chance I have something to explain.
Most people are thankful in the path I have received,
And for me I hate what I just perceived.
I'm kinda thankful in a way, that'll help me forget,
But I try and try but it just leaves me upset.
I've only become worse in a way but you don't notice.
Only some can see but for you I'm thankfully a poetess.
_R.A.A; Character_11