I don't know if this is real
It's a weird feeling
Not knowing if what you say, what you write is genuine
What is genuine?
I made someone cry with my poetry
It wasn't a piece I was proud of
It was a piece I got bored of reading after
two times
And I'll never forget
She compared me to Sarah Kay
I had never felt so fake
I am not real
I am not fixed
I am not well
I am not someone to look up to
Someone to complement
Someone to compare to someone who...
Probably feels the same.
~stay creepy
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strange thoughts
Poetrystrange thoughts is my struggle, my strife, the bad, but also a reminder that there is good, that things truly get better.
