I WANT TO WRITE A STORY

By SANIA

I want to write a story

But the plot isn't that interesting

With people arriving at the wrong times

But never staying through tough times


I want to write a story

But the main character is too boring

Enchanted by the outside but

Not enough to leave the comfort of inside


I want to write a story

But the main character thinks too much

With her thoughts twisting in her head

Making up scenarios that bring her dread


I want to write a story

But the setting of it is drab and small

With nothing to see in there 

Just a few buildings standing tall 


I want to write a story

But I'm so uncertain about everything

I don't know where to begin

I also don't know how to begin


I want to write a story

But I can't differentiate the head from the tail

And neither can I sit still because

All I know is how to make excuses and wail


I want to write a story on my life

But I guess that's me and my 

Thoughts that are too farfetched

Because who would ever be interested in me?

To read about my life in their spare time and 

To be pleased with the theme?


But I think I'll keep trying to pen down my tale

Because at least it's fascinating to someone

Even though the someone is me

Maybe I'll get over my insecurity someday

And perhaps start tomorrow or some other day.


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