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?

Sit alone,
Stand alone.
Talk to someone
In the mirror
The devil I see
No, that is me.
It cracks and breaks
Because of my face.
the reflection,
Too overwhelming to take.


Eat alone,
Sleep alone.
Crowd isolated,
Own my own.
On the bed,
Roll to my left
Vacant, vacant,
No one is there.


Walk alone,
Fight alone.
Talk, and talk,
Don't say enough.
Hush, and hush,
You say too much.
In a fist
Hands shall be,
On your face
It will stick.


Live alone,
Be alone.
Laughing, laughing,
It's not mine.
Crying, crying,
Those are mine.
I'm alone,
All alone.
Human interaction is all I need.

It's like a ticking bomb
Waiting, just waiting to go off.
I get goosebumps whenever
I put on the timer and let it go
I open the door and
it comes off into my hand,
I just a pulled the grenade pin
We are all gonna die
But then we don't
Cause it's just a microwave.
A broken, broken microwave.
I put in two minutes
5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
Bom! I knew it was gonna be the death of me.
R.I.P