A careless write

meaningless words
that are just for display
tossed aside and screwed up
misused and thrown away
words run off the page
ink runs like tears
that stains the soul
now I'm running out of idea's
mind, washed up
almost dry
creative flow
now passes by
there's too much negativity
for the mind to finally rest
and keep the customers
at their best
i volunteer
this is my choice
i don't get wealthy
poetry is my only voice
as i can't speak
my mind alone
no one will ever know me
until my emotions are truly shown