deer in headlights - archetype of the failed artist

Everything I do ends up being mediocre
So by the time it starts, I feel like its already over

Theres nothing more worthless
Than teenage poetry
These words dont mean very much
(Is that okay with you)
I write down what I hide
"I'm sad well" thats easy to say
I just wish I had more metaphors to convey

When I scribble some lines, they never take any shape
when I look at my poems I feel disapointment and hate

I can settle for second best
In a one man competition
Against my own inneptitude
I keep trying and trying
But I can never figure the proportions out
(At this point I just wanna get this out)

It feels like playing jigsaw with pieces I dont have
I am not a poet, im just a boy holding a pen

I wanna communicate how hard this is for me
Creating metaphors analogies for my human condition
So here i'm left to depict an archetypal failed artist

Written by:
joão silva

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