I’m supposed to be writing something beautiful
Something worthy of praise and gratitude
But everything that comes out is bland
I’m supposed to say something powerful
Something worthy of your silence while I speak.
But nothing comes out.
I’m supposed to be inspiring and enlightening
Someone worthy of respect when I walk in the room
But I don’t know any more than you.
Not a smidge more.
What am I supposed to be?
Who do they think I am?
Why is there this entire personality created for me that is nothing as I am?
I am nothing like the movies.
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