useless talent

Use your talent
Your good, they say
You should be writing books... One day
What if I’m scared?
What if I sound like just another unimaginative, uninspired drunk?
What if I don’t believe I have a voice?
In everyday life no one listens to me anyway...
I’m just a word on a sheet of paper.
A ballpoint pen to a page
A name until I’m made a number
What am I waiting for?
I have to be my inspiration...
Why must I always look to others for respect when
I don’t care what they think either way.