then i realize i need to get a life and that the inability to express your pain poetically doesnt make it any less hard to bear and that karma will slap me in the face one day for the judgement i pass sweet, suffering people through
hate when someone in class shows me their poem like stfu u wanna be me so bad only i am self aware everyone else is a goon oblivious to the nuances of life only i am ill do not copy my chronic melancholy with your temporary poison