I could be anything
And yet I am nothing,
I could achieve anything
Yet I don’t take the opportunity,
Is it lack of dedication
Or just simply the frustration,
Of a short attention span
And not believing that I can,
Do something of some note
But no matter my good intentions,
I always just seem to choke
Though many words I have wrote,
I don’t think it can evolve,
Into something that will be accepted
I hate being always rejected,
Should I stop or keep going on
I simply do not seem to know,
This is the me I’ve always been told.
fauxcroft 
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