Writing to Write.

I guess I felt like writing,
to maybe think up rhyming words?
But it leaves me so inferior,
Because there's always more to learn.

The stanzas are pain,
and the prose so confusing.
Writing puts me to shame,
with the feeling like losing.

I can't make a rhyme,
I can't make it sound sweet.
Swear it won't sound like the kind
People write through their weeps.

Jagged red lines beneath my name,
and the score.
Backspace, Thesaurus, I can't
take anymore.