This blank paper
Stares back at me
Taunting me
Daring me
To write
Words should be pouring out of me
And yet
They are stuck inside my head
Tumbling around
Making me go crazy
Because I just need to say
What I think
But it’s two am
And when I wake up
My writing won’t be that good after all
Comments
I love this poem and it is very relatable. I feel closest to the part when you said "Because I just need to say what I think, but it's two am, and when I wake up, my writing won't be that good after all." These lines have a lot of power behind them because it is true for a ton of people that when they write something so late at night they will be proud but then they look at it the next day with a new view and perspective and they hate it. for some, part of their revising technique is writing and then coming back the next day and adjusting what they did not like instead of deleting everything. This poem is beautiful and many people can relate to this.
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