I woke up feeling crappy today. Here’s the shittiest poem ever.
My mind is in hangover mode
What the hell have I done?
Must have been my bipolarity
Thoughts that leaked slickly.
I’m not the person who you see right here
I hate being that clown
I hate being that sincere.
I’m the destroyer of the hope you had in humanity
I’m the hypocrisy when you think of the best of somebody
I hate and despise and regret and reject anything uncomfortable
Don’t look at me, I’m not your friend
I’m not your pal
I’m just the shadow of everything you thought could be relatable.