mine is a piece that cannot be understood
as my mind and hand would
never complement one another
though I can compare it as out of the printer
but the printer had ink smudge and paper jam
Seeing how horrible my writing
I am preferably typing
but in the end it's not about those who understand
it's those who try to understand
A penmanship is a mirror
to one's soul and mind
every bit can be a slight error
as one is collected and one is wild
my writing's damaged
far too damaged
and it's just beyond repair
I'll write around here
and your eyes bleed as you stare
can't make it better
you just want the paper tear
stand right back now
as I don't know how this will do
I write like a six year old
never have fixed that mold
but some say it's a sign you're wise
is it special? is it different?
it's not it just makes me cry
But I know it can be beautiful
I train and train for a better way
If I fixed some things
I fix this thing
and it can be beautiful...
Just not today.
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