i don't have much to talk about
i thought i would just write
knowing that never really turns out right
just not thinking
i don't even know if i'm really making words
i thought i would just type

i could talk about how stupid i am around my friends
but how serious i am in my mind
but i'm just writing random words
and i really don't have the time

i could talk about how little poems
about nothing
end up on the homepage
and my serious ones are left in the dust
and then i wrote one
and it was really fun
but my friend told me it was dumb

but i don't take it seriously
even though i blocked her for two short minutes
she didn't even know  
but then i thought to myself
that's not where i want to go

and thought my life lacks years
i know the world around me
i know of two
what isn't spoken
and the reality
and that's me

i look at a happy person
and see their broken heart
they don't even speak to me
they probably wouldn't know where to start

and though freestyle isn't really my thing
you don't even know how much joy it brings
except for the spell check
it can be unbarring