I got nothing. All I have is: I scream into the void, wanting answers. But I hear, not what I want, Darkness dances
I really want to be good at poetry, really just so I have something to shove in the face of my English teacher who didnβt believe in me. Well this came from me and a friend talking to a stranger online about insanity and what it is. So I decided to take out 30 minute conversation and condense it into a poem however I donβt know how to, and I got stuck on the third line. So I showed them this and I think itβs okay. It shows the final steps I take before giving up.