Writers block

I sit back
Get comfortable
Prop my legs up
And stare mindlessly at the keyboard for three hours

When did this get so hard?
The baring of my soul
No longer laid out for your scrutiny
But rather hidden beneath the layers of my insecurities

Piled one on top of the other
They lay together so well
But alas they have grown to high
And I feel lost beneath them

You can no longer see me
Shrouded in mystery?
In reality it's just my desire to hide
For what am I really but one more thing to break

Toss me carelessly
Play your words upon my emotions
And smirk with such condescending mirth
But how easily could you shatter me?

My rough tough exterior
Made of the many fragments
Of my Rock Goddess Persona
Is nothing more then a mask I wear

Cloaked in sarcasm
Deriving Pleasure from Pain
And lost in a sea of my own metaphors
What more would you expect

From a girl who no longer remembers who she truly is...
What more could you possibly expect
Then writers block?