A Motherfucking Poem. Assholes.

I dislike writing poetry.

Most of the things considered “good” are basic and unoriginal.

People write about their “struggles”.

How their lives are “so hard”.

Please come up with some new ways to be interesting.

 

Please stop telling me in strenuous detail how you hate life.

So does 99% of the world.

And many of those have to deal with your struggles

But then have to add almost no food.

No clean water.

No safe place to go crying home about how “hard” everything is.

 

Suicide is an awful thing in the world.

So is mental illness.

Maybe you should stop romanticizing it to make yourselves

Seem deep when you’re just copying.

And ranting.

 

I’m a hypocrite.

Fuck.