I have all the creative ability of a particularly dull-looking rock. I did write a poem, and it got a great response from my writing group, but it ended up making me feel worse (due to the subject of the poem, and knowing it can never be shared).
Funnily enough, writing is one of the complaints I have; it's been (at least) four years since I have written anything for me. All of my writing has been for, or about, a specific person, ranging from simple flash fiction exchange with another writer to sentimental stuff. I can't think of the last thing I wrote that wasn't centric around someone else.