Nope
Writing a poem is not easy for me,
For I am not a very good writer,
But no matter,
I try my best to achieve at my weakest point,
And although at times I may succeed,
And other times I may fail miserably,
So badly that I may have to resort to my laptop to make me gleeful again,
I still continue,
Because I am a firm believer that practice makes perfect,
Okay not perfect,
Because perfect does not really exist,
Unless you are a “perfect flower”,
But we aren’t plants,
We are people,
So I guess practice makes “not worse”,
Just better,
And well,
It doesn’t hurt to become better,
Or so I am led to believe by the majority of humans that surrounds me,
Constantly placing different expectations and rules,
That it often becomes confusing,
So confusing that I lose track of where I am going sometimes,
And I secong guess decisions I was sure were the correct ones,
Wow,
I just did it again,
I think I will,
End this not very good poem,
Now.