Feelings
Sometimes I write poetry and post it anonymously on the internet. And
then people criticize it and make fun of it, and I lock myself in my
room and cry. Then I write poems about my pain. Here is one:
My tears flow
Like farts dancing in the brisk Autum wind
They sting my cheeks
And nibble my ears, those fair minnows!
The pain in my chest
Breaks through the levees of my soul
And javelins me in the eye
And I cry, and I cry, and I cry
then people criticize it and make fun of it, and I lock myself in my
room and cry. Then I write poems about my pain. Here is one:
My tears flow
Like farts dancing in the brisk Autum wind
They sting my cheeks
And nibble my ears, those fair minnows!
The pain in my chest
Breaks through the levees of my soul
And javelins me in the eye
And I cry, and I cry, and I cry