I hate how

No one sees my poems on this fucking site.

No one sees the tears that I cry.

No one sees how much work I put into making these.

Stupid little half-rhymes.

It's like sending your heart

Out into the

 

 

 

Void.

 

There's nothing there.

There's no one there.

One view.

Two views.

Three views.

Four views.

Stop!

No more!

She musn't feel seen!
She musn't feel heard!

She musn't feel like the medium she uses to 

Express has any

POWER!

Fucking power poetry

Saps the power out of me

Wreck me with its powerful

Punch to the gut when you see that

Your best poem has not been seen.

You worked hard and long on it.

Yeah, I don't rhyme.

Yeah, I don't follow regular meter.

You can't rap to my poetry but

Emily Dickinson and

Walt Whitman

They didn't do that either.

 

They wrote to outline them and the world and 

What is an outline of an imperfect human but

Uneven?

 

I don't see the point of stanzas but to 

Break apart the poem so mine follow no order but the order of

My mind. 

Line length isn't everything 

Or so they say.

Maybe it's not just what you do with it

You know?

'Cause ain't nobody looking at my poems.

Ain't nobody hearing my voice.

Fuck this.

I'm just so quieted. 

Alright I know I'm not the only one who

Writes on here to express what they can't

Out in the real world but

I need to be heard, man

I need to be seen.

Because I'm feeling hidden in the real world. 

I'm feeling unwatched.

Maybe I need to know that 

SOMEONE out there has the patience

To sit down and

Look into my mind.