I write for me

I pump it out like automobiles
on an assembly line.
Fake it till you make it
is my sister's advice.
God I want to make it!
Not for prestige.
Not for money.
I just want to leave something behind
I do not want my name to die
with my body.
A withered stone bereft of personality
can not be all there is
to this life.
God I stink of desperation.

Reviews

[Stephen]

I feel yea man. I can completely relate. Thanks for sharing!

[KLGreen]

I'm kind of a go big or go home person so I'm always trying to one up myself