I Can't Write Myself, But I'll Write Plato In A Heartbeat

I want to put myself on paper
But LCD is all that will take me
That and pens seem to hate me
Pencils bore me
Crayons draw
Markers bleed
And paint, well I haven't got any
Not here at least, not now

As it seems
Someone has scotchguarded all things flat
All things flat, white, and smooth
And blotchy because
My walls can't stem my creativity
And I can't even "right" my name
Because I don't know it
The way stars know theirs
The twinkling ones
Not the burning ones
Cause I'm pretty sure they all don't know their names either

And I want to put me on paper
I want to know and write
Someone remove the ban from myself
Because I should know me
But apparently I don't
And you do
And she does
But I've never met her
And you I'm not so sure about
He knows, but he doesn't really
Just because he's in the same raft as me
Floating aimlessly
Sans a GPS system to tell us exactly where to go
But we don't acknowledge each other so we still feel alone

So, here I am
In front of a screen
Paper is useless, pens are my dreams
And yet neither is what I need
What I want yes
But just because I have them
Doesn't mean they can help me know what to print