Poetry Wednesday
Writers claim to seek to understand human nature
But the only thing we can truly come understand is ourselves
Therefore, we are not writing for an audience
But to make sense of ourselves and its surroundings
No shit nobody reads what I write
For who care about me, but myself?
A sorry excuse of a writer
Dreaming of things big
Dreaming of things never to come
Read the entire series here: Confidence Lost
The Horrors of Writing 