Most
don't understand my problem,
so they create a villain.
Some
will feel bad for me
and call him a creep.
Others
will criticize me
and call me a bitch.
Neither
is wrong
or right.
Sometimes
there is no villain:
There's just humans.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
