I drop the pen, improvising as i go.

Ouch! My head aches as I'm hit with a wave of reality.
I tried flipping everything over to attempt a fresh start.
The little voice screaming,"No, no! Are you sure it's the right thing to do?".
Argh!!
If only I knew.
I've just leart to accept it.
I drop the pen, improvising as i go.
Writing my own script to the never ending play of my life.

Author notes

This poem is in free verse and it sounds weird because i thought of all the parts individually then put them all together.Ok, truthfully even I think this poem sucks.