They Say Write What You Know, And I'm Clueless

They say to write
What you know
But I don’t know much.

If I get an idea
It’s already taken
Or if it’s not that it’s because
My creativity won’t awaken.
I don’t know much on love
Because I don’t have another half
I can’t write morbid, mean pieces
Because I am never full of wrath;
I can’t quite compose happy poems
Even if I wanted to
Liven up something within all these sad, angry poems
I see written by others… sad, but true.