All of the deleted poems
All of the time I spent crying over the fact
That my poems weren't good enough
All the time that I felt helpless
Because I couldn't find a future in what I want to do
All of that time I wasted on hoping
That all of these words
And lines
Would be more than just a hobby
All of the incoherent mumbling in my head
Telling me what the next verse should be
All of it
But what's it to me?