Without Inspiration

This feels forced.

There's no inspiration,

There's no feeling,

There's no point.

The reward might be great,

Eternal happiness and all,

But the journey there

Is just too high

A price to pay.

You have no knowledge of this

Beyond what I tell you,

For you are blind,

And cannot see.

You think you know me,

You tell me you do,

You drill it into my head,

That you will be there for me,

But every time I need you,

You're helping someone else

Or

You're not even there at all.

Here you sit

Reading my poem

Criticizing my every line

And yet you wonder

What is this poem about?

If I must tell you

You are too dense,

Immature,

Uneducated,

And you have no knowledge of life.

But if I must

I must,

This poem is about

My life.

There's no point,

No emotion, not anymore,

This is my life,

Without Inspiration.