I get my ideas at night

This blank paper 

Stares back at me

Taunting me 

Daring me

To write

Words should be pouring out of me

And yet

They are stuck inside my head 

Tumbling around 

Making me go crazy

Because I just need to say

What I think

But it’s two am 

And when I wake up 

My writing won’t be that good after all

Amelia_v

VT

17 years old