fallen writer

dear teacher 

i would like - appreciate - love 

if you actually cared. 

i would put in the effort 

you don't see

in my unsatisfactory work. 

yes I find it unsatisfactory too; 

Yes, even I. 

It sickens me - disgusts me 

That such work was created by me

A beautiful mold

Ruined by me. 

Teacher I am tearing up my pieces

Crushing my artworks

Burning my treasures 

Because there's no one to read them. 

And eventually, 

They'll run out. 

I'll lose interest

Stray away

Take up something that isn't this

And the world would have lost a talent. 

dear world - teacher - whoever

there's someone waiting for you to see the light that others don't see.