Torn between reading
And wanting to write
Follow their story
Or design my own plight.
How they make it look easy
Each twist and turn
While my chapters and plots
Seem to crash and burn.
I have it planned in my mind
But when it hits the page
It seems to escape
And turn into a rage.
I can't reign in
What I meant to say
It's determined to escape
And find its' own way.
As the paper soaks up
My bleeding pen
I cry revisions
As I begin again.