I can't write poems.
I know I can't. Everybody knows.

Poetry is for the soft ones.
For the hurt ones.
For the broken ones.
For the talented ones.
For the edgy ones.

For the special ones.

And I am certainly none of those.

Pretty **** sad, huh?

Yet, poetry is for everyone.
Because... Art is for everyone,
right?
Because you're supposed to feel comfortable while writing it. While creating it.

Art is for everyone.

But not
me.

I know I **** at this.
I must admit I enjoy writing down my feels.
I must admit poetry is one of my favorite types of therapy.
But I also must admit I **** at this.

I'm not going anywhere with this poem, to be honest.
I'm just wasting your time.
I'm just wasting my time.

I'm a waste of time.

And I am so
sorry.