I am an actual English author,
and am also an actual artist.
It is sad if my works bother,
for I am never the smartest.

While I like to write, draw, and edit,
I still feel indeed dumb, very bitter.
My projects do actually need credit:
at times, I literally feel as a quitter.

Sometimes it is hard to pay any attention,
since my sickness has me so stressed out.
It is difficult for me, having question(s):
my whole life has me to have doubt(s).

It is truly hard for me to live,
so I feel foolish at many times.