Poetic obsession

This isn't good enough it has to be perfect so I crinkle it up and throw it in the trash can behind the door

This poem doesn't feel right either it has to be perfect no matter what I want to win every contest ever 

​​​​​​I want to be like George Watsky in one hand but in the other I wanna be like Marshall Mathers

No matter how hard I work it's like nothing at all matters it's like I'm trying to cross a gorge that is wide as the eye can see 

It's three a.m. and I have an empty ink pen people ask are you working hard I show em my pen and proudly answer yes I am 

Then they ask to see my work but it's not ready yet too many imperfections and it's hard to show
because it covers so many confidential situations 

But I show them and tell them there's nothing they can say to faze me because I embrace me for who I am

They look at me and say umm you didn't write this your not this messed up I don't believe you this is lyrical bliss 

Then my demon pops out and gives them a  fiery kiss and I laugh and say welcome to my brain it's an all new poetic terrain imagine a mix of vanilla ice and obie trice 

But I'm comfortable with me and if you don't accept that than I beseech thee go ahead and try to impeach the real me 

Come on let me rhyme I will blow your mind in due time, help me exercise my demon and give me some freedom before i commit a crime, grab the rosemary and thyme 

Wait no keep him in there he's mine he helps me write every simile as if I were an embodied version of Beethoven's fifth symphony

All my friends think my dreams are funny but they don't realize that I'm cunning I'm honestly just a little bit star stunning 

My lyrics are like bugs bunny's mom they are hair raising when I write my heart's on my sleeve it gets ripped off then stuck through a computer saved edited and shoved all together in lyrics thrown together and mixed on a CD ROM 

Wait doesn't being wordy mean your nerdy even if it does I'm still gonna rhyme till I'm a decade 
and a half past thirty

That decision was prematurely premade when I was a toddler with a bottle and a gallon of Kool aid 

​​​​​for most making a poem is like a knight bringing home a dragon he slayed

But instead for me it's a way to get closer to my self but Im not Edgar Allen Poe I don't need a crow to tell me what I need to know 

Although at times I'm kinda slow and could use Poe's crow so I read and analyse his poem and it's like I personally know him
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I respect every great poet and I'm gonna show it because I was given my gift of a lyricist soon I'm gonna need a nurse cause this stress is what will put me in my hurse

Then I will join Tupac in thugs mansion while they bury me in my grave to my mind I will always be a slave and the simple satisfaction of a rhyme I will always crave 

It's breaking daylight now I've written all night I don't know how but it's time to blow up get huge and make a million but I will never forget the real me 

To anyone reading this never forget the real you and be comfortable with who you are and make sure to purpose it in your heart and don't forget your start

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