In this you once felt superior
But now, nothing but inferior
Once filled with confidence that now is gone
Your writing is nothing compared to Shawn's
You used to be full of inspiration
Only now to be bottling frustration
When you wrote, the words would just flow
They just came to you - where'd they go?
You're reaching out, searching for them
Delving into your mind, biting your pen
Calling to them to stop hiding and come to you
Asking them to express like they usually do
It's easy now for her; she's a champion
Leading a glamorous life so unlike what you live in
You sit there, struggling through the day
She spends her days in amazing ways
But forget about her for just a minute
You lead different lives, different muses in it
When you're reading her work, don't compare
It's not a competition; You have different things to share
You look at yourself - how silly you've been!
Your poetry speaks the condition your heart's in
You say you lost your inspiration?
Look at everything you've just written
You're a champion all your own
Because you write the feelings that are yours alone.
This was written about seven years ago while I was in the throes of pure teen angst. Lol. Don't take it too seriously. But maybe some of you can relate to this...I noticed a certain celebrity's (try and guess who) writing skills and I felt pathetic compared to her. But man, imagine the genius the world would be robbed of if everyone compared themselves to others. It's definitely not a masterpiece, but this poem is just a raw, honest, simple transcription of dialogue with my inner self. And I've gotta say, rarely has a poem escaped my pen so quickly and easily.