I’m hecking emotionally aloof

Somebody tells me they love me

So I tell them ‘thanks’.

But like really I’m pretty clingy

I need attention 24/7

But from my close group of friends.

AND GUESS WHAT WORLD!

I LOVE COMIC BOOKS!

I act so aloof if you bring it up

But I’m so passionate like hot damn

Why do I care so much?

And I hate hate hate hate that you said that,

You, you know who you are.

You told me ‘those who cannot do, teach’

When I told you my major was education.

I wanna punch you across the face!

I can do, I can teach. I’m not weak.

WEAK.

YOU ARE SO WEAK.

I can’t think properly—

Also I slipped in an extra sugar in cream in my coffee.

Sorry if I’m not officially an adult:

I love the effects but hate the taste.

AND I DON’T SKIP OUT ON PARTIES BECAUSE IM TIRED,

I know I give a casual lie at least once a day…

But honestly I am uncomfortable when everybody’s drinking

And I’m still sober, someone’ll tell me

‘Hey just stay here, don’t DD, take a drink’.

And I only drink wine—

It’s not a pretentious thing,

It’s religious.

What even qualifies for poetry?

IS This A POEM YET?

No rhyme, no reason,

Just me.