Why?

Why can’t I draw?
I wonder. If I have so much creativity
Why can’t I draw my visions?
Is something wrong with my head?

Why can’t I read?
If I can write so well?
Why then can’t I read?

Why can’t I speak?
If I can know exactly what to say in another’s stead,
For myself why can’t I speak?

Why can’t I make me?
If I can do all the things I say I can do,
Why then am I me?

Why cannot I draw myself?
Why cannot I speak?
Why cannot I read myself?
Why cannot I be me?