"Is it worth it?"
"Did I put enough work in?"
"Will they love it?"
I ask myself after every piece of art
every attempt at greatness
After all, every great artist ever worked this hard
so why? why does desolation resonate with me?
Why do I retire to an empty room?
If she can't be mine then really,
"Is it worth it?"
"Did I put enough work in?"
"Will she love me?"