Silence allows for self reflection
But that is unwanted
Why would I want to think of myself
Of my mistakes
I’d rather think of others:
How I must help my mom
She is limited
How I must help my boyfriend
He is stressed
How I can make my dad proud
He is overworked
One might say I live for others
When I was young and the silence came
I didn’t want to live at all
It was those who loved me that convinced me
I should stay
In staying, I will do good
I will help when I can
That is what I think of
What more can I do?
Writer’s Inadequacy
To expose oneself as a writer is to admit overthinking language, people, and moments. When a moment is good, a writer, in their own mind, tries to figure out how to describe it all. The chatter of others, the smell of pizza, the ridges in a waffle cone, just how would one accurately be able to document the moment! It's frustrating and worthy of the hair pulling writing induces.
"A devout writer", you might think of someone with shaggy hair and a hunched back typing or scrawling away their thoughts during every waking moment, spitting out witty characters and developing magic worlds yet I'm nothing like this-except for the shaggy hair-and that fact alone leads to feelings of inadequacy.
Published authors advise you write at every opportunity but who truly does that, I ask. It's difficult to get the right words in order just right so the reader sees what I do but to do that constantly is a hassle. Even now, this piece, unrevised, doesn't fully express my....
Frustration? Confusion? Inadequacy?
The Unworthy Are Entitled
Those promoting the man's determined mission for more were insatiable. Satisfaction had long since been proven impossible and that's what angered them all the most. As a last resort, they screamed towards the clouds and demanded something absurd, materialistic to fulfill some intrinsic thirst; but whatever drove these people remained unquenchable.