I am not a writer,
My words do not move with purpose,
They do not breathe on a page,
I forget punctuation when it suits,
Cutting off my piece’s oxygen,
Stifling it with boring scenes,
Characters that lose all purpose,
A narrator who cannot insert themselves within a moment;
Perhaps its me.
Maybe I cannot do the story justice,
I am not a writer after all,
At least that’s what you’ve told me.