Survival

I stare at my mom
My pen quakes,
Creativity abandons me
Emotions wash over
Am I the best.

I stare at my mom
My eyes moisten,
Bravado betrays me
Selfishness consumes me
Am I the kindest.

I stare at my mom
My heart stops,
Logic fails me
Procrastination wakes me
Am I the keenest. 

In poetry