Blank Sheet of Paper

Blank sheet of paper
In my eyes you are nothing but evil
You consume and mock me
As I sit in my desk trying to think you stare at me as if you know you shall win
As I think I look at you trying to envision something upon your lines
But every time it turns into you laughing back at me in disbelief that I cannot create some beautiful artwork on you as the person beside me has done
Oh, I hate you blank sheet of paper as you sit there and stare as I think about what would look best on you I cant see to find anything that would add up to your beauty
Maybe I should just dispose of you and use your brother for my art
Maybe he will encourage me to create beautiful things upon his gorgeous lines
Maybe he will even tell me how good I am
That is the kind of paper I wish you to be, but no
You sit on that desk and torture me
Although I know it would be best for me
I cannot bring myself to leave you
For you are my friend, enemy, heart, and soul
You make me enraged but somehow enthused for when I have an idea you are there for me even when I am alone...
Dear dear piece of paper you are wearing thin and I don’t know how much I can keep you before you crumble
I am sorry dear old friend but your time has ended…