Sometimes I get scared
When I look at a blank page,
Sometimes I sit and stare,
What am I gonna write today?
What if it doesn't work out?
What if the words don't match?
What if I can't write enough,
And I give up just like that?
What a failure I'd be,
That I couldn't make a rhyme,
Then you'd all see,
I can't write all the time.
What if it's no good?
What if it makes no sense?
What If I screw up,
And use the wrong tense?
Maybe my mind will go blank,
Then what do I do?
Sit back and think,
Find a way to make it through?
No, I don't think so,
Maybe I just can't write,
It's not like I know,
What I say is right.
The vast white scares me,
Yet I stain it black,
Into lines that you can read,
Hey this page isn't empty anymore,
Imagine that.