Shit rant poems

Hard Work//Fruition

I've been working really hard
As of late

And I'm very

Really

Quite

Proud

Of myself

But I

Feel as if

I tell everyone

It will just be

The best way

To diffuse

And negate

What I'm proud of

So I'll just leave it

And

Show the old hidden me

With all the past phases

And throw my achievements

In

With the brooms

Vaccuous heads

And the internet

With its
Unholy anonymous interconnected tubes

And

Faceless faces

But

It's not really

Want I want

Or have ever desired

So instead of all that

I know

I'll try to ignore it

And fight with myself

But still

Remember

That this is greatest thing to happen to me

Because

Before writing

I just simply cried

And drew patterns

The kind that give you headaches

On the side of your temple

The kind that beg what I've done to the page

Like it's penance for a past unthinkable sin

But I need to forget that

Because

I think I should pay credit

To those who have helped me

Indirectly or not

I think I should tell those

Those who really natter

And impact me

Because its important

That i share all of me

The

Good
Bad
Weird
Ugly
Confusing

And

Poetic

And

If my goals come to

Glorious fruition

Which they just might

They may find out

Without my telling

And thats not fair

Because I get to decide what I tell people

What they get to know

Who does so

And when

And I refuse

To be outed again

Because I'm

So awfully happy

To look back at where I've been

And not be at the start

Again

So

I think I'll stay here

Fighting from within

Gritting my teeth at competition

But never wearing thin

Because

I can't

Especially

With how I currently feel