This belongs in my notebook
Not at work, or in my car
Not online, not anywhere
It should be in my notebook
Maybe it would be, if i ever remembered to bring it
If i ever remembered anything
This is stupid
Pointless stupid *******
This isn't a poem
This ISN'T a poem
Because my poetry is ****
Its awful
Teenage angst and feelings i should be keeping to myself
And that's ok
I can write bad things
Let it out
Its ok
But i show people
Because nothing i do is worth half a ****
If someone doesn't know about it
Nothing makes me happy
Nothing makes me full
Unless someone sees me eat it
I should burn my notebook