I am not a writer

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.