Scratching my own head.
Throwing away all my papers.
Pushing out all my pencil's lead.
Trying to see how I can write better.

Ahh, the ideas give confusion.
Writing poems is like a battle.
With you against your own inspiration.
See how your poem can settle.

And until one point, after awhile.
You write your idea on another paper
Like having a mania in poetic style.
A unique poem, unlike others.