I Think I’m Bad

At writing poetry 

Well I haven’t in a while 

I write enough poetry 

I talk at a word per mile 

I wish that I could smile 

I’m always acting these days 

My body is deteriorating 

I must do something 

I must stretch more (maybe)

Lift some weights 

I need to stop looking for a pizza date 

I need someone else to decide my fate 

I need stability 

I needed to not be abused 

I needed to be loved more 

I needed my mom to teach me how to 

polish my nails 

She taught me how to ____ myself 

Why is my poetry so jarring & sad 

Why can’t I just talk about the good memories 

I have never had 

I know that they exist 

I’m not denying that 

I guess that when I’m bored 

I ponder the recent past

I haven’t been writing lately 

Poems, spells, or essays 

I want to sit and rot 

I don’t care if it pays

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