Picking the quills out.

Open..
please
I need to tare a few thoughts out
writing them out
isn’t working
it’s leaving me with a sense of defeat
as I’m trapped
within the constant pressure
of never succeeding
as I read them
and I feel defeated
always defeated
always knowing
others have more words
a larger vocabulary
I do not
because I’m arrogant
and I hate filling holes
with larger netting
if feels lazy
as if it’s simple
and almost easy
and I know it isn’t
no matter what words we take
it’s all the same shit
the same fillers
and the same stress as a writer
knowing much has been done
and we’re left picking
the quills out
screaming this is new
and it isn’t
how much is?
Is that what we’re left with
the quills of those that came before?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina