I write and I stop
I erase and try again
Nothing, I write
With computer or with pen
No words can form a sentence
To explain how I feel
The rhymes, they come to mind
So, ideas, I will steal
I’ll rewrite what they’ve written
In my own sort of way
I’ll say all the things
And repeat what they say
My own ideas locked up inside
Never to be shared
Its not the fact that I want to hide
But truly that I’m scared
I’m scared to let those feelings out
To write them in a book
These things I want to scream and shout
But then I’d have to look
At the words
On the paper
That will never measure up
To who I want to be
I'm a little miss nobody