I often digress that I
Am sick and tired of all you poets
With all your literal genius
The hypocrisy is mine

I must say, that I;
against all grain, have established
Individualism
Not synonymous
With hubris

For some time
I waded through the shallow
Darkness, seeking closure
All I found was me

Sitting in the corner

Alone

So I grabbed my hand, and said:
"You can rebel and yell music get tattoos kiss girls eat sweets and...
...love yourself"
And I believed me

Just another
Amateur poem
From the happiest girl
On the saddest world