writer's block

It's like the blank space is staring right back at me.
I try to write, I really do. I'll put down words here and there
A pencil mark, or some pixels on the screen
Depending on my medium
I'll look at it, measuring its worth
And then it's gone
Scratched out
Deleted
Erased
No bad writing.
Finally I'll get fed up and leave the whole project
Later, if I was lucky enough to write it down in ink
I'll look at the lines I crossed out
And it will hit me,
"That wasn't bad writing at all"
And I'll make a couple of changes here and there
And share it with anyone who wants to see
But most of the time it's just gone
And I live on, forever believing it was just awful
Sometimes it really is.