Censored?!

Is writer's block
a way of
Soemone saying,
"Hey, you might hurt one you love."

Because what I want to write
may not sound quite right
to you,
or match what I do.

In my poems
is when the real me comes out.
As well as everything I want to say
Or, as shocking as it is to you,
shout.

But now it seems
I've been censored by a higher power.
I wish they would show their face
then I would make them cower.

Of course I don't mean that.
Or, maybe I do.
Right now, I can't be sure of anything,
especially you.

Well, whatever
or whoever it is
Deserves a nice
swift kick.

Apologies for the meaningless poem,
I know you're so dissappointed in me.
Right now I don't really care.
A better one tomorrow maybe.
We'll see.