To Be or Not To Be (or a confrontation)

So many poems
Once came to be,
They now scramble
In my brain.

It seems they've
Taken account of me.
Decision?
Majority disdain!

I just can't quite
Determine,
Why they've taken
Dislike to me.

Perhaps they've found
I haven't the guts,
To write prose
Publicly.

I'll have to admit,
My trust in their
Potential
Ability,

Isn't at all,
I'm embarrassed
To say,
What it ought to be.

Maybe the time
Has some for myself,
To assess
My unused talents.

I'm hoping then,
My countless
Fragments
Will tumble into balance.