I'm meant to be climbing, not falling,
I'm stopping, I'm mentally stalling,
I'm really trying my best,
Trying to do as well as the rest,
But really it's all going to waste,
Writing so quickly is not to my taste.
I work, and I write and I try,
I'd be happy, but I'm reaching for the sky.
I've got my head stuck in the clouds,
My thoughts are just far too loud,
They overpower my useless life,
Causing me pain and strife.
Now this is the cost,
Now my meaning is lost.
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Comments & Feedback (22)
Oooh I thought it was a metaphor for your life, but if you think it's about your writing I don't agree you have lost the meaning at all! Don't feel stressed or pressured sweetie, just take a deep breath ๐๐๐
@Platypus just like Naaviie said, we rise, we fall, we rise, bit were always in good company. Keep going, your great ๐
@naaviie The thing is, I'm doing loads, so when I am on Opuss, I feel I have to cramp lots in. ๐๐๐
Ahhh that sort of pressure is not good, it'll only stress you out. Write what you want, when you want, and you'll be fine ๐๐
@naaviie The thing is, I'm doing loads, so I'm not on Opuss much, and when I am, I feel I have to cram loads in.
Agree with @naaviie @Weirdwolf I enjoy your writing just write when your inspired to write it shouldn't be a chore โค
@sjw It's not a chore, I am inspired, just too much at once. My inspiration get forgotten when I'm doing other things, so when I do have time to go on Opuss, it all comes flooding out.
@Platypus it all might be so stressful and hard but keep going and when its so bad, just let it out. In an opuss or in anything, just let it out.
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