Don’t ever post this. Seriously. Please dude.

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That piece,

unseen by anyone but yourself…

A lone, dusty tome,

hung upon a crooked shelf.

Could you not live

with it being unopened?

Could you not dive

into another’s work,

forming community?

Surely that would get

your piece noticed.

Look to someone else for visibility.

You know I’ve been taking notes…

All those likes but not a comment.

How does it go?

Open, search, like, refresh?

Rinse and repeat?

Indefinitely… definitely.

I can’t be the only

one that finds it obvious.

Did you think that

everyone would be oblivious?

Was going unnoticed

to much to bear?

A ruthless oblivion,

leaving you to pull your

way into the limelight?

That’s another form of pride, right?

A luscious fruit of envy, too tempting not to bring it to your lips…

Attention!

Tend to it.

So we see you…

What now?

Honestly, it doesn’t bother me…

for me at least…

It bothers me for the others that deserve it… the ones not like you.

It bothers me for the ones who’ve earned it… the ones not like you.

Truthfully…

I feel bad for you.

If you need the attention that bad…

Here!

I wrote this piece for you.

It burns more, because your writing is good… but what you’ve done leaves something to be desired.

You get the stage.

I’ll bring the fire.

And watch you burn,

with a round of IPAs and

applause.