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Not bright enough Not good enough Forced talent Is it true? It’s what my mind says, What my hand does I won’t let me change And it stings Just write what you feel But it has to be good A double-edged sword I expect so much of myself What if they don’t like it Will I even like it? It only matters when it’s good And it better be exquisite So I push Nothing flows anymore Except tears for what once was How could it get away? Push harder Birth something beautiful Because ugly and raw Will never fit your profile My ego influencing Every mark the pen leaves Don’t shatter it Prove you’re better than before You want praise don’t you? That’s what you’re after To feel better Like you’re worth something Because it would kill you To know you have nothing No real talents Why go on?
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