Y'know, if I'm not a good poet <br />Why do I bother writing? <br />Why do I care so much about my critics <br />It leaves me alone, pissed off, disgusted <br />It also leaves me pondering... <br />I mean, why do I continue with this? <br />It doesn't get me anywhere <br />It just makes me realize that others have surpassed their own limits <br />Yet I've stayed in the same limit line <br />To cross such boundaries on my own <br />Man, I wouldn't dare... <br />So why should I continuously try? <br />Everyone's amazing, but what about me? <br />I'm just 'good? ' <br />I'm good? <br />Alright... <br />I'm 'good, ' yet my writings are irrelevant with no relations to life, so they make no sense <br />Why do I bother writing? <br />It only gets me to believe that I can't even form understandable well-put sentences? <br />I just babble on about my own struggles <br />But then again, it's all a matter of psychological pain, fiction - absolute pretense.<br /><br />CDM Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/absolute-pretense/
