The first part is the best part
The excitement of control
Conjuring art from nothing
Digging into a damaged soul

Then the fear sets itself deep
Talentless and lack of insight
Going to the same stupid well
My weakness exposed to the light

I bought Poetry for Dummies
I’m no poet, and I know it
But I step up once again
I hit submit and I show it

I hold my breath as it posts
I pray for the views and the likes
My “gift” to Hello Poetry
Desperate to avoid dislikes

I don’t want forced pity
Candid confession from a man
Hiding behind pseudonym
Who hopes you can just understand