slanted thoughts
slanted mind
slanted world
constantly annoyed
by the unevenness
of it all
I adjust them
but they're
not perfect
I do it again
and again...
and again...
and again...
are they staring?
are they whispering?
are they laughing?
I'm sorry, it's just
my life is uneven
and I need to fix it
now I'm shaking
they're still not right
and I feel a hundred
imaginary eyes on me
like judgmental lasers
burning tiny holes in my flesh
tiny holes that are
uneven
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
