just looking for my brain. NBD.

As soon as I slip into that frenzy, wanting needing to go into that writing rage,

                                                     My mind goes

 b 

   l 

   a 

 n 

k. 

And I'm faced with my biggest enemy, the Blank Page.

 "You'll never write anything worthwhile," she taunts me with a cold-blooded smile.                                                                      And 

 So

 I 

 Sit. 

 Dumbfounded by my stupidity, I wonder if I'm losing my brain. Every word I think feels like my mind is slipping through my desperate hands, and down the drain.
 Well, Blank Page, you've clearly won. I'm now a little mad at myself for rhyming a ton. [fuck you, that's why.]

I copied this post from my notebook because ... yeah.