Can I?

I write, occasionally

I know I ain’t good at it

But I try

The devilish voices within have got some PHD syndrome

It breaks my heart, I cry


“Come on, you can do it”, some say

But they have not seen my work

They’re all such optimists

And here I am thinking that I’m not normal

But honestly, I don’t have to

For heaven’s sake you can be paranormal


…sorry, I’ll have to stop at this point.

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