An artist's nightmare

I know the art of poetry

Yet I struggle to embark on my deepest secrets

I know the art of love

Yet I struggle to search for a true love

I know the art of friendship

Yet I struggle to embrace it

I know the art of pain

Yet I struggle to feel it from time to time

I know the art of deceit

Yet I struggle to spot that in my foes

I know the art of hatred

Yet I struggle to comprehend why

I know the art of nature

Yet here I am, unable to comfort my truest nature

I know the art of kindness

Yet I struggle to express that; never loved

I know the art of lust

Yet I fall for it again and again

I know the despicable deeds

Yet I adopt every single one of them