It's a curse to have these ideas flitting around inside your head
Begging to be written down and fleshed out and understood
I start going on it, I try, and then I think this is no good
just stop and I fight through that because the ideas still come
and it's so hard because writing is thinking and it's all a part
of me, damaged me who is insecure and battered and confused
and anxious and filled with ideas and creativity so I return
to my script, my painful birthing process that must finally be done
but it's so hard, and my mind muscles tear and want to run away
So I must be strong, I must stay