pain is kind of an art-form.
in fact i believe they say that the best art
is inspired by pain
driven by fear, unrequited love,
not getting what you want, divorce,
your world falling apart,
a velvety sheen of sweet sugar-coated pain
and nothing like shattering your spine,
or cancer, or dying, or struggling to retain a breath
before the sweet release of death kisses you softly on the lips-
regardless; it is pain-
all pseudo-teenage relatable horrors we've endured
once in a lifetime and it's not real pain;
nothing like a losing a father in battle
or getting your head chopped off by terrorists
but again it is pain nonetheless,
a pain endured, a pain suffered and a pain overcome
with age and experience that supposedly makes you wiser
and teaches you to not make the same mistake
of having expectations ever again.
the best pain that everybody likes
and paint it on themselves like makeup,
is the sort of pain that is all in your head,
or a demon, maybe, a sickness that needs to be cured;
it's not like it's insensitive when business moguls profiteers
over someone's mental illness with quirky t-shirts like
cute but psycho or adorable little cups that says
how much we deserve to be in mental asylums;
but it sells- holy shit, does mental illness sells.
my most popular tumblr posts are about depression
and they get me likes, followers because self-depreciation
is a fucking talent and posting about it is what gets me known,
and running blogs like pretty girls don't eat is quite fun,
ruining a teenage girl's psyche and plucking on somebody's insecurity
for fame, for a fantasy of romance and being saved
is totally fine but it isn't and it shouldn't be fine
because glorifying mental illness, glorifying pain, mental pain,
that nobody will understand except for those who went through it
isn't something beautiful.
it isn't art, it isn't love and it isn't romantic.
you know what it is?
it's a fucking tragedy.
-
my slam poem y'all.
dedicated to ichorgays for lovely poetry!
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THE NOSTALGIA GENERATION [wattys 2018]
Poetrya compendium of impetuous diatribes, pretentious poetry and clandestine glimpses of the horrors and woes of a poisoned youth from a washed-up, bitter so-called hipster, who psychoanalyses her own generation. [alternatively called savvy g...