i. I don’t understand how some people write so beautifully when they feel so ugly inside,
And I don’t understand how some people turn the simplest words into magic when everything is alright,
I don’t understand why I can’t do the same but,
I don’t understand a lot of things and I don’t feel like trying to write about them again.
But, at this point, I feel like I am forcing myself
And I cannot seem to help.
ii. My vocabulary is not that great,
Out of all apps on my phone, I like the offline dictionary the best!
And because I often fail to find the perfect words,
I start with the thought of writing one but end up writing ten.
iii. I can’t fit in small spaces very easily.
I squeeze my bones, I even empty my chest,
But I cannot bring myself to write short poems sometimes,
So, when I feel like writing epics,
I decide to give it all up instead.
iv. I know,
I know nobody likes listening to such trivial problems,
Problems that I have most likely created in my head.
And I know,
I know there are ways to make everything better but,
I am very little and very stupid.
And I absolutely don’t understand the things people say.
v. Well, maybe, I can just push aside my thoughts,
Threaten them to go away but,
What help would that be until,
I get rid of the one who brought them
into this world in the first place.
vi. Change of topic, I have been talking only about myself,
And because I can’t come up with better things to write about
(seriously, I’m a very boring poet)
I am trying to write a rhyme!
And you’ve probably already lost interest,
Before I could even begin to make any efforts to make it last, to make it stay
All things have to leave one day.
So, how does it matter, anyway?
vii. But looks like you’re still reading!
So, I really hope you don’t relate,
To all the things I just said.
And I hope you don’t worry about me, (although I know you won’t)
But humans need reminders like this
Since they love doing exactly the opposite of what you wish they did.
I know! It’s ridiculous, but, take me for an example.
Well? It’s easy to believe me now, isn’t it?
viii. I guess I should stop now.
Guess I should not waste,
Another minute on framing yet another pointless phrase.
Or another verse or another poem!
Oh, and these numbers are just to count,
How many irrational complaints I can make in just one day.
ix. Dammit! It’s only been an hour.
Should I, maybe, go back to bed?
Pull out my favourite list of hateful adjectives that I have especially written for myself,
And repeat them until I fall asleep?
Should I try to dream about writing a better poem until I wake up, dead?
Nah! I only need some rest.
Comment down below one word that describes a person who always whines, seeks attention and keeps talking about himself or herself!