I’m hecking emotionally aloof
Somebody tells me they love me
So I tell them ‘thanks’.
But like really I’m pretty clingy
I need attention 24/7
But from my close group of friends.
AND GUESS WHAT WORLD!
I LOVE COMIC BOOKS!
I act so aloof if you bring it up
But I’m so passionate like hot damn
Why do I care so much?
And I hate hate hate hate that you said that,
You, you know who you are.
You told me ‘those who cannot do, teach’
When I told you my major was education.
I wanna punch you across the face!
I can do, I can teach. I’m not weak.
YOU ARE SO WEAK.
I can’t think properly—
Also I slipped in an extra sugar in cream in my coffee.
Sorry if I’m not officially an adult:
I love the effects but hate the taste.
AND I DON’T SKIP OUT ON PARTIES BECAUSE IM TIRED,
I know I give a casual lie at least once a day…
But honestly I am uncomfortable when everybody’s drinking
And I’m still sober, someone’ll tell me
‘Hey just stay here, don’t DD, take a drink’.
And I only drink wine—
It’s not a pretentious thing,
What even qualifies for poetry?
IS This A POEM YET?
No rhyme, no reason,