Unable To Stop

She's starting to hate everything she writes.
It seems like she's never going to get it right.
She's been locked away for too long.
Her confidence is no longer strong.
Where is Superman when you need him?
She can't accept that this is the end.

She wants to stop writing and finally give in.
How can she give up everything she worked hard on?
She's letting her insecurities get the best of her.
Shouldn't low self esteem somehow have a cure?
She's waiting for someone to fix everything inside.
Freeing herself is the only way she'll glide.

She can't allow someone else to do all the work.
Someone else can't pick up the pieces after a wreck.
Why is she sitting here doing something useless?
Why can't she see that her failures are endless?
She starts things that she doesn't finish.
She ruins things that she doesn't replenish.

She hates every word.
She hates every line.
She hates every single poem that she created.
She hates every single dream that she believed.
She thought she could do many things and change the world.
She thought that she could convince everyone to move forward.