A Writer's Complexity
How can it be that you're stepping on my pride?
For you haven't been anything...
Not even a thorn in my side
And yes, I have felt sorry for myself
And placed my golden talent on that dusty shelf
So how do you think you own the secret key
For not even I know the full extent of me
Of course, it's true you know my kind
But my journey takes a path unlike any you find
And yeah, I'll write about it, so you can spy
into the perils and tortures I face in this life.
Don't worry, your voyeuristic need won't go unmet
You rather be behind the camera, instead on the action set
I'll be the fall guy, and face the frays
And log it in poetically, with all I can say
So don't think my pride is crushed under your shoe
For your own well being, you need me--
You need me a hell of a lot more than I need you.
Copyright ©2004 Clarissa Marie Fuselier