A fear that come creeping into my mind
What if one day there’ll be nothing to find
Because I let it go
Because I let it down

My one thing I mastered for several years
I expand my skill then my skill disappears
And I worked so hard
But I didn’t go far

Lost motivation and self deprivation
Tried to express my exhortion on paintings
But then I stopped
And my heart just dropped

I realized there was nothing more I could do
Said please excuse me so I could cry in the bathroom
My one thing I was good at
And I can’t even do that.

© Waiteing