I write what I do not wish to write
That which I wish to write stays locked up inside
I strive to write happy thoughts
Darnit, this writing thing is hard work
Especially when I’m a perfectionist that has to rhyme
Well at least I like to keep it short
That way I won’t bore you for too long
There see now it’s done, I’ve finished another one
Or have I?

A little explanation: I was thinking about the scripture that Paul writes about doing the bad that he doesn't want to do instead of the good that he wants to do.
I was attempting that kind of paradox since I've been trying to write my usual happy poetry even though I don't really feel happy right now… Well what I have written is a very rough draft. I have to figure out how to make it rhyme, but at least I've gotten something there…