Better Than Sane
And what is this surrounding me?
It's all illusions, all.
What once passed as creativity
Can't stop closing in, as these walls.
It's dying! I swear it is
A possible pang of hope as before:
Perhaps I could tell you tales of this
Before all dies, if I speak, as I swore.
Eying the walls, echoing their words
Then, forever lost between the lines,
If you heard all my words
They rhymed as brilliance could never find.
Dying, once again, for nothing
Now copying the words off the walls.
If I ever succumbed to that nothing,
Then I would be worse than you all.
It's all illusions, all.
What once passed as creativity
Can't stop closing in, as these walls.
It's dying! I swear it is
A possible pang of hope as before:
Perhaps I could tell you tales of this
Before all dies, if I speak, as I swore.
Eying the walls, echoing their words
Then, forever lost between the lines,
If you heard all my words
They rhymed as brilliance could never find.
Dying, once again, for nothing
Now copying the words off the walls.
If I ever succumbed to that nothing,
Then I would be worse than you all.
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It's about my creativity and how it ends up being expressed. I don't have much control over it in a few media and I don't think I should.But then I felt like people would only accept my poetry if I made it just like theirs. Then I tried rhyme more and nobody said anything, so I tried it again, but with anger.
I learned it's good to write when I'm actually inspired and not just to make people think I'm good at writing.