Lack of Inspiration

I have this thing going on now. It's a good job I have a wealth of material to fall back on. I prefer not to refer to it as writer's block, more a lack of inspiration. When I wasn't so busy at work, I had a plethora of thoughts to dwell upon and write about, now I'm busier than a bee in a garden centre, it's a lot harder to have inspiration come and go as it pleases. That's not for a lack of trying, Tuesday's poem was wrote on Tuesday itself but instead of flowing it took 4-5 hours of stopping and starting to complete. It'll click eventually and start flowing again.

Ever laughed in the face of adversity,
Ever crafted your own personality,
Ever cried so hard you broke down,
Ever smiled so large, everyone frowned.

You shouldn't care if you're not accepted,
Being you shouldn't bring about a death wish,
Being different means being you,
Individuality means that too,
If you live your life trying to be other people,
You're just another blemish to them, another freckle,
They'll dislike you for being so much like them,
Appreciative for the compliment, at first, but never again.

If you need to discover yourself by being someone else,
Fair enough, no stress,
But once you get there don't turn back,
Being you means being free, confidence you'll never lack,
You'll get called weird, you'll get called mad,
But at least you're you, one day you'll be glad.