Writing sucks.

It’s hard for me to grab a pencil,

And write down my thoughts.

My penmanship is messy,

My vocabulary is worse

And reading my work out loud makes me lose all motivation to continue.

Why I can’t write as well as Shakespeare

His way of writing is too much for me to understand.

My stories are not as wild and magical as the World of Harry Potter.

I wish they were. 

Yet I still write.

And those who stumble upon my stories and poem,

They tell me things I myself can’t find for myself.

I can’t understand

What do they see that I cannot?

But because my mind is too full of thoughts, so wonderful and interesting

I find my need to write, no matter how I feel about it afterwards

And I find people reading my stories, interested in what my thoughts are

How I write.

What I have to say.

And now I feel all my self conscious thoughts going away whenever I write

The joy of writing is a nice feeling

Creating a series of words onto paper, for them to have meaning

To tell a story.

Writing suck sometimes.

But it’s a world I emerge into when I have too much thoughts trapped in my head

I enjoy writing to tell stories to others

Writing is nice.