The Baby Cries in Black and White (journal + poetry)

fake deep

There is nothing more fake
Than the poetry which I create
With its pseudo poeticism
And barely formatted lines
While my emotions run authentic
There is no specialty within my thoughts
Just another white girl crying out in verse
An imitation of real art which I consume
I wish I could be original
But that's not life
Trying too hard to come across as beautiful
My words should scream
Though they only produce dull hums
A manufactured pristine which I cannot erase
I'm trying too hard to be remembered
But that sadly will never be the case