Who Am I Kiddin'?

Hello, I'm a wannabe auther

who masquerades as a blogger.

I type out good words,

but I'm afraid they're all turds,

'cause true artists are only but squatters

in the true belief of self worth.

Borrowing the power of a word,

a formidable shield,

or a weapon to wield.

I feel as mighty as the earth.

...until I reread what I wrote.

Then I worry that I'm just a joke.

You see through my bullshit.

Yeah, who am I kiddin'?

I'm lyin' to all you good folk.

Probably lying to myself...

Deception really sells.

Dirt cheap and easy to do,

even if I don't mean to.

I've left all my pride on the shelf.

Imposter's syndrome is quite the bitch.

Ignore the voices that make me twitch.

Somebody out there's reading,

so I can't be completely crazy.

This isn't all just a big glitch.

I think I just need to keep writing.

It makes me feel good deep inside me.

Hell, if I'm amusing me,

chances are you can see

some value in why I keep fighting.

So continue on, I will, my friends,

until I lose all my good sense.

But even still I'll conjure words,

doesn't matter if they're all turds.

My desire to be a writer is immense.