(Warning use of profanity)
It all feels pointless.
I should just write less.
Only three people read, and maybe 2 like it.
I should go back to keeping it all inside.
It seems less painful then to hang all these feelings, out on the line.
Writing has been an outlet, that used to bring some internal peace of mind.
But there seems to be no point anymore.
I just get enraged.
I feel the heat building up inside.
Until one day I explode, and it will be from one more stupid email subject: DENIED.
Do I have to take off my clothes, recite a poem in the nude?
Set my camera up at angle and read some bs love poem to you?
with so much excitement!
no life experience, because they are only 22!!
But they win, and I lose.
I’m not a hater, but what do I have to do?
I thought people liked real words that actually have meaning.
Like that send a message, one worth receiving.
Everytime I get denied, I always look at the pieces that beat me.
You’d be surprised the work people consider, “good reading”.
I want to quit sharing my f@#$:^% pieces.
Sharing pieces of myself, with people who choose not to see me.
I wish I was a quitter, but I don’t give up easily.
So, Screw you palette, your colors are weak!
You keep choosing pieces that reflect your bad taste in poetry.
I will dedicate the next piece to Saving my grace.
I hate that as a society people choose to follow like sheep.
The more surface, young, romantically repetitive the piece, the more likely someone will earn a huge following.
I’ve always been more comfortable outside of what society expects of as the norm for me.
So it makes sense why my pieces get rejected, by the sheep publishing companies.
I quack when I should bleat.
I don’t conform.
and won’t to a broken, unpleasable society.

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