I’m struggling to make my words rhyme , My tongue twisted into the taste of lime . I’ll pour you a drink of wine as my poem are claimed to be mine .

The way my poem intertwine my emotions as they spill onto the lines , The way the ink makes the page stink as it seeps through onto the other side it no longer glides for there tears that fell on the page leaving a stain that will always remain .

I want someone to offer me a glance just a little chance to let my lines seek the attention , To highlight my potential to achieve my dream .

But that’s confidential and it’s essential to hide my pride to wait for the right time to reach my prime .

I want a chance to stand on stage and earn myself a wage and have a little bit of fame .

To create a name have my picture in a frame , to hear there applaud . But for someone to keep my feeling on board , I know my dreams are flawed . I’ll never achieve because even I don’t believe .

I’m not a fraud or a scammer ,

I’m just struggling with my grammar .

I don’t have the appearance or the glamour .

No one will even remember my name it like I’m on clearance , someone that only worth a little bit of change .

I’m a ghost in a crowd unnoticed and unloved flying away like a dove .

There is one thing I fear that I’ll never leave a mark and soon I’ll be forgotten as I disappear into the dark .

Do I need to mention how I struggle to even form a sentence to create flow but my inspiration lies below .

Afraid to create a sign to attach it with a vine to stand out and speak to create my own technique and become unique .

Please take notes the way my throats speaks echoing quotes , There no need to gloat . I know my words are bleak they’re just so weak.

There no need to vote about the thing I wrote my poem are lame , I’m already ashamed .

The road wasn’t mine to embark .

I never found my spark . I’m like a shark just a creature so misunderstood not even given a chance just labeled a danger by a stranger .