Why I'm Not

I don't think I can write.

I've forgotten why I used to.

I don't remember the joy I get from it anymore.

I was told that if there was one thing I'd do well, it'd be writing.

I guess I'm already too stupid and self-absorbed to find reason to do it.

I don't think self-editing--the way I do it--helps.

I don't know why I'm doing this either.

Bababa Ba?