Ignorance Is Not Bliss

I'm tired of not being motivated.
Lying to myself, I'm not creative.
Convincing myself, achieving is overrated.

Its a lie, and I don't feel the bliss.
A honeyed, sugared, diabetic kiss.
Feeding myself lies like a glutton.
Slothing around, I'm such a shut-in.

The truth is, I'm scared.
When writing, I feel bare.
A story from me is rare.
That's why I write in these snippets you call poems,
Then I have a story idea and start ripping out my hair.
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After writing this, I realize that confidence is not only something that I lack, but something that many struggle with. Now, I'll just sit here wondering why that is.