Poems that may be monsters

Um i dont know what to call this poem ish poem 🤷‍♀️.

Bitter, bitter, bitter
I'm bitter
Your bitter
When there's no good in anyone,
Nor in the world
Only the sun
Because it burns you...

To a crisp.
No pice, no flake, not even ash
Vaporising everything in its tracks
But I suppose that deaths bad too
because it'll make
her, him and them
bitter over you.

So I suppose?
The sun is bitter too.