Below average and Anxious

I fear fineliner on paper,
never began drawing because
ink doesn't crawl back into erasers.

- excellent metaphor for not being able to erase our mistakes once they are made. A good way to open because we can all relate to that

I fear prose, the lack of eloquence,
never wrote a novel despite
the battlefield that's my brain.

- this is reminding me of the fact there is a story in each of us, just waiting to come out. nice wording.

As a child, I spent my days
in front of the television.
I wanted to be a television.

- showing the innocence of a child, and how there is no pressure yet to be anything other than what you want to be, and be yourself. Which seems so much easier to do as a child.

I wanted to be a princess
and popstar and everything
that fit into that noisy rectangle.

- I really like the deep connection you show here with the tv. It gives me a tiny thought of perhaps that was all that was there for you, like the tv was your friend more than family and friends were, which shouts loneliness to me.

Ten years later I still want to
fit myself into a rectangle.
A gold-scripted, leatherbound rectangle.

- really like the wording here and how you relate your childhood thoughts back to the present.

But I'm only moving in circles, never
bigger than my head, convincing myself
about second chances and circumstances.

- really like the use of another shape being mentioned, I feel circles and rectangles are similar in the way that they trap you inside them, circles are never ending, which is how it feels you are feeling here.

Waiting for something to fall in my hands, so much,
that I can't even bother to finish this poe

- brilliant ending, doesn't happen often, and I like when something so unique is done, though I do feel this poem was from a very deep place in your heart and you released it because you had to let this out, not because you particularly wanted to write a great poem.

I liked this one. Love the title, and well done. x