Square One, Act 1: Disappearance

I get it, it finally clicked
Rhyming makes me sick I'm over this ish.
New page, new ways to the outlet,
I'm so dumbfounded, I put my soul in each line
My heart grows in defeated times, but this situation
Is a different occasion, something I take serious
You break me when you nearly miss points but diss
I wish I never had this damn gift
But damn it, I cant it take back, or for the simple fact
I never wanted this. This brain, these veins, these eyes that seen so much pain
Enough bottled up, to have the rotten luck, to get stuck with thoughts always progressing
The art of rhyming just to get better I teach myself lessons
I used to stress when I had nothing to write,
Sit for hours, watching my brain and soul co-working