A poet filled with emotion
Doubts he can find the correct words
To carve beautiful pieces
To touch everyone’s hearts.
Why does he feel this way?
What’s a matter with him?
He questions his worth every day
Because he’s not a trending poet.
The problem is his attitude.
He is too obsessed with the fame
That most of his works are cringeworthy,
While a minority deserves praise.
This poem is dedicated to him.
He doesn’t realize the power
He can tap into if he were to focus
On the darkest regions of his heart.
I am his greatest critic,
Even knows his every thoughts
Before they’re placed on paper
Because we are the same person.