Can one become a bad writer?

I’m at lantern light without nails and purple lips, thinking in this fear that haunts me every time I read myself. 

Can I be the first worst writer of all time?

The faker of my time?

The scammer?

Maybe while everyone evolves into greatness, I regress towards stupidity

It's possible, we are human beings

It wouldn't be the first time 

Nor the last

It's written that in the balance there must be a disgrace, and it may be me 

Perhaps my doubt, which is my fear, is correct

I wasn't selected by the Gods, I wasn't given the gift, nor blessed in the name of the Father or the Mother, I was a beggar that mutilated here and there. 

It's possible that the question of:

Can I get worse every year?

Has an affirmative as an answer because it can't be be be that every time I read myself I feel that I’m reading a sentence.

TA.