The main character
She's so lovable and nice
Nobody hates her
except for the villains
Those mean
little
villains.
Those villains that she destroys each episode
Those villains she made everyone hate
Those villains that nobody likes
Well, some people do.
The people that 'look into things'
Those **** people
They say she's abusing her power
That she's using people for her own wants
That she only cares about reputation
They're wrong.
They just don't understand her!
She had such a bad past.
Everyone hated her, but she proved people wrong!
Anything bad she's ever done is because of those people
Those people that hated her.
Those people that watched her suffer.
Her actions are always justified.
She's the main the character,
and everyone loves the main character.

Crimson.
My favourite colour.
It has been since grade 3.
The colour of blood.
The colour of my shirt.
J̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶l̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶a̶r̶m̶s̶.̶
No.
Not anymore.
You stopped.
It's still my favourite colour.
He made me love another colour.
A colour I once hated.
A colour I looked down upon.
A colour that appears on my face.
Pink.

200 words.
What a milestone.
There are people with thousands of words published.
On this site.
On other sites.
In books.
Those books that were never recognized.
Those poor authors never got recognition for their works.
They worked so hard.
They tried so hard.
All for nothing.
Did they ever try again?
Why would they?
It could just end up the same way.
No one will care.
They'll regret their choices.
They'll wish for something better.
Their wish won't be answered.
At least, I think so.
Maybe it went a different route.
Maybe they did try again.
Maybe they succeeded.
Maybe-
Maybe they didn't.
Nothing will be enough.
No one will recognize your work.
Don't even try it.
Pathetic.

I saw that look on your face
I know you're worried
I know you feel bad for me
I don't want that
I don't want you to worry
I didn't want you to know
I never wanted you to know
I don't even do it anymore
You believed my excuse
You worry about what you say to me
I can hear it in your voice
I can see the nervous look in your eyes
I'm glad you pay attention to me
But you're doing it for the wrong reason
I want you to care
But not like this
I want you to be there
But not like this
I want you to love me
But you can't.

These poems may be short
They may be boring
They may be repetitive
They may be boring
They may be infrequent
They may be made too often
They may be telling a story
They may be showing growth
They may be a way to vent
They may be stupid
They may be annoying
They may be everywhere you look
They may be what you hate most
They may be interesting
They may be positive
They may be sad
They may be something you can relate to
They're very similar

We're so lucky to be where we are.
We're so lucky to be alive.
We're so lucky to be human.
We're so lucky to have feelings.
We're so lucky to want.
We're so lucky to have empathy.
We're so lucky.
It just doesn't feel like it.

So pretty
So cute
You make me feel emotions I didn't know existed
Or maybe I did know what it was
Maybe it's love
Maybe I'm just happy
Maybe it's something everyone feels
I never felt it before
It feels nice
And heartwarming
And addicting.
Come back, please.