I'm sorry I'm not what I bet you all want me to be.
I'm not the poet that I probably should be.
I don't write well, and I always rhyme.
I know poems don't have to rhyme, but I like how it sounds when there's familiarity to the lines.
I don't respond to comments, or even messages.
Sometimes I don't see them, sometimes I can't bring myself to talk, and sometimes I just don't know what to say.
And I don't upload as often as I should.
I'm slowly losing my will to write.
I have tons of poems and even a story in my drafts that I haven't finished.
Things that I was once excited in but no longer can find myself having passion for, even if I want to continue them.
I post more authors notes than poems.
And they're surely annoying for you to read all the time.
I'm sorry for that.
My lack of inactivity is slowly killing me.
But I'm having trouble writing and doing anything but sitting and not really doing anything.
I want to read all of your words
and I want to talk to you and I want to read your books and I want to be more than... this.
I'm sorry for not being what I probably should be.
But I'm trying to get there.
And everything you just read are excuses that are worthless and useless and mean nothing.
But I still wanted to say all of this.
I really don't get why you all stick with me through how horrible I act towards you.
But without you, I wouldn't be where I am today, and it's a lot better than where I used to be.
Thank you.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
