Ella.

In 8th grade I was nothing but wist and sand and I wrote for myself because I needed to write.
          Now I am still wistful but I write for people other than myself but
          Nobody
          Reads
          My
          Goddamn
          Poetry.

Alas, none dare to test the waters of my maybe-slightly-better-than-average poetry.
          "Soon," Ella cackles, "Soon the world will see the potential that my poetry holds, in all of its mediocrity and unlikely sentence structure! Then, then we'll see who's laughing!!" She laughs maniacally, but people have stopped listening at this point.

My poetry is at the very least mediocre. Give it a chance, it is barely opening its small newborn mammalian eyes.

I can't find any good goddamn poetry it's all angst and conventional syntax