When the Muses (Don't) Move Me

When I start to write my rhymes,
I end up searching for that perfect word,
And that quickly eats away my time.

But I can't stand imperfections
In my writing, and even worse,
Sometimes I lack direction.

Other times, it's like my head gets stuck,
But if I don't finish soon,
I'll be completely out of luck.

The worst of times is when
I just don't feel like writing anything.
I'm completely useless then.

I need to get my head on straight
Because "when the muses move me"
Isn't an acceptable due date

Exposed

They're tearing down the wallpaper
They're tearing away my skin
How do I keep them from seeing how deep
The cross-grained scars begin?

For the surface is just the beginning
Ensconced is the marring below
They say all I need is a new look to retrieve
What's been gone since long ago

I cannot give my opinion
For a wall, it has no tongue
But everyone knows that a coat of fresh paint won't replace
The flawlessness of the young.

Here I Am / After All

Here I am, deceiving you again/
I changed my mind.
Fickle shrew I am.
One year later, standpoint's switched
Here I am being a total b***h
I want you for my own,
But last time I said no.
Too late I've realized
- I love you after all.