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Jul 2020
I want to an Artist,
But not an artist.
I want to paint with words and not a brush.
I want to write those thousand words that a picture is worth.
I want to be like Shakespeare, my art so mesmerizing it will be talked about for generations and generations to come.
I want to be, but I know I will never be an artist.
Cause my mind won't let me.
I see others art, compared to mine and it says to me , "what are u doing you'll never be as good as they are."
My mind watches everything that I do, so judgemental, it tells me am not good at it so I don't do it.
Even this poem, my mind is already judging, so I'll let u be the judge, is it good enough?
Written by
Lala
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