i wish i was a painter

i wish i could wow you with a brushstroke

it only takes a quick glance to admire the skill of the artist

you'll be lucky to ever get a second glance

it's not enough to interpret my words

a painting can be enjoyed without understanding the meaning

but a poem?

you'll never know if you're skilled

or just another voice in the cacophony

and no one will tell you

because no one will read them.

your pages collect dust

it settles inside your skull.

you gave up.