Me, ranting opinions on my opinions
Ehhh, I don’t even think this counts as a poem. It’s just me venting again. It hurts to post! I should have a “hurts to post” category.
My own personality exhausts me.
I’ve had it up to here with myself.
I know all my tricks.
How can anyone give a shit what I’m saying?
Maybe I’m trying too hard.
No, that’s not right
Maybe I’m retrospecting too hard.
Blah blah blah all I have to offer are opinions
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This one is of my cats, got a lot of merch related to that.
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Haha… I have a Boring Complex
Is this why I write?
No… when I don’t write, this is the reason why
Because of my Boring Complex
This is why I write when I’m alone
This is why it’s hard to share my stuff
And the funny thing is I know I’m not boring
I’m super weird
But I still have this fear
Just like I know that the harness will catch my fall
But I’m still afraid to rock climb too high.
Phobias are stupid.
There are so many things in life
Which are stupid.
I think I wore myself out yesterday trying to impress
I had my good poem posted and reposted and complimented and discussed
I was on my best behavior
I can be really good when I need to
But OH MY GOD I’m exhausted
New people, compliments, this and that
Let me put on my big fake face and say how I love their compliments
But I don’t love compliments
I am too crazy for that
I love them as people for making the compliments
I love their sweet intentions
I love that the poem touched them
But noooo compliments make me crazy
See? Look at me right now. Crazy.
I decided when I started this blog to be brutally honest
To practice who I am
My writer side which I always hid
My emotional side which frightens and confuses me
My opinionated side which risks being wrong
All the gooey parts.
So I got a few new followers
They’ve seen my magnum opus to date
I WILL disappoint
But if I’m not allowed to be a hack
The writing won’t be fun anymore.
Oh god I’m gonna make myself post this aren’t I.
Well, new followers. Consider yourself warned. Hopefully you enjoy the smell