bet that you can’t
believe i would try
throwing it away.
it almost seemed
like i would have
my creative touch
back, but now i’ve
just given it all up.
and for what? i’ve
heard them all say
i’m done because
the views are going
down and so now,
i’ve had enough?
well, that’s what you’d think.
you’d be right to
talk about a low
view count and
the decline that
i’ve been seeing
since “(untitled)”
dropped, but i
honestly don’t
care about that
too much today.
the numbers are
just stats and i’ll
write regardless
of the number of
people reading.
the sad truth is that
just because i called
myself a king, i never
felt too comfortable
about the nickname
and it only made me
more paranoid with
every word i’d write.
once you are a king,
the standards raise
and everything you
write just has to be
perfect, but i never
felt perfect and i’d
lose sleep at night
worried the words
were getting basic
and repetitive. i’d
say that no one is
harsher on these
words than i am.
i’m my biggest critic.
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