An 8 year old could create a story,
But a writer makes it come to life.
Stephen King, Ernest Hemingway and William Shakespeare
Are true examples of writers.

Their words fly off the page.
I wish mine could do that.
Mine are like bricks.
I can’t even speak them.

It seems my words go
Forgotten, Unnoticed, Misunderstood.

I don’t know why people try.
We never say what we want to say,
Or atleast,
I don’t.

My head is filled with bold, brilliant, striking thoughts
They fill my head like a balloon.
Just waiting to pop.
Just wanting to speak.

I don’t know why I keep it in.
I don’t know why my mouth never says what I want it to say
But i guess I’m not a writer.
My words don’t come to life.