I'm losing my passion for writing
My ideas are wilting
The feeling of being not good enough is slowly weeding
I know I need to put and end to all of these

My words aren't the same anymore
How I construct poetic lines sound mediocre than ever
Rhyming schemes is of no direction
Just like how I'm writing this poem

To tell you honestly, and to tell you the truth
I only started writing because i thought I was good.
I was wrong.
I was a fool for believing I had the talent.