"I'm happy like when you find that missing shoe.
I'm happy like when there is extra potatoes in your stew.
You make me happier than you will ever know.
This poem here is to try and show.
I'm not too good with rhymes so it'll be short.
I hope it makes you laugh; maybe even snort."

I am a dreamer and a dancer
I wonder if I will ever find the answers
I hear students chatting between classes
I see campus filled with the masses
I want to be noticed
I am a dreamer and a dancer

I pretend I know what I’m doing
I feel like something big is brewing
I touch my confidence to bring it to the surface
I worry I’ll never find my purpose
I cry at the thought of losing passion
I am a dreamer and a dancer

I am a dreamer and a dancer
I understand success isn’t easy
I say I won’t let that phase me
I dream of seeing my name in lights
I try to take my understanding to new heights
I hope I leave this world a better place
I am a dreamer and a dancer

this sadness is something i cannot break
i hope is dissipates when i awake
my ****** rhyming makes me feel worse
my head and heart just may burst
there is so specific reason for my sadness
just another sign of the madness
that i call my mind
it does not matter how kind
or patient i am to myself
no amount of wealth
no amount of joy
can make me happy without my boy

they all said we would never last
but in the end, you couldn't get over your past
we told everyone that we would prove them wrong
but in the end, we just found we didn't belong
I still love you I swear I do
but in the end, we had to accept what everyone already knew

For four ******* years you have dragged me along
Just when I am about to give up, you sing your song
I become enchained in your melody
Suddenly forgetting what you do to me
But now I have met someone new
With a song so pure
a song that can cure
Don't say I didn't give you a chance
I have broken from your trance
I did everything I could do
I am tired of sitting around
I am not your lost and found

why do I even bother
when i wrote my poetry in a book it didnt matter
how many likes i had
how many views i grabbed
all that mattered was that i set my feelings free
but you see,
i am my own worst critic
writing my own scathing reviews until my wrists are arthritic
then what am i left with?
two *** wrists and an ache the size of Madrid
i dont know why i bother to publish my mind
another sick twisted jab at my soul aligned
with my heart
well my heart cant take it anymore
my mind is sore
time to give up the criticism
time to give up isolationism