The place I want to like
When I want to hide
The excuse I made
When fears are under my skin
I know I am able to create and
I know I am able to excel,
What happens is
All the people I share
Scare me to hell
Who cares what they think
They are not artists I believe
But critics are made of
People who read
I chase them to read me
But if they disagree
I’ll turn around and leave
Writer’s block is
And excuse for me
To stay not free
The place I want to like
When I want to hide
The excuse I made
When fears are under my skin
I know I am able to create and
I know I am able to excel,
What happens is
All the people I share
Scare me to hell
Who cares what they think
They are not artists I believe
But critics are made of
People who read
I chase them to read me
But if they disagree
I’ll turn around and leave
Writer’s block is
And excuse for me
To stay not free
