The Poet's Curse
why is it that every time
i try to write something sweet and nice
i bleed all my sorrow onto pieces of paper
shards of misery
impaling me from all sides
i am so fucking untalented
even the poems i write
barely feel like poems.
I write when I want to—not when I feel like it. These poems aren’t always personal, but they’re always real. Just me, overthinking in class and turning it into poetry.
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