Trying to blow up is such a chore

You pour your soul into it for just a “hurr”

Is it ‘cause there’s no rhyme scheme

Or the subject matter’s too explicit?

Would you prefer I littered my poem with trigger warnings in it?

I don’t know who I’m trying to please

You don’t even know me

As far as my eyes can see

The algorithm won’t show me

Off to anybody out here

So I might as well keep my works in the drafts like I did last year

But last year I was scared

This year I’m just mad

Both crazy and angry

Because i’m tired of being sad

And honestly, this poem sucks

Because it’s not a work of art

There are no hidden meanings

Or references to Avant

Because I’m bored and hypersensitive

And happen to own a phone

Or maybe I’m writing this because

There’s no wifi at home

~12/08/25 (11:29 pm)