What is the definition of myself? A modpodge rendition of a pinterest post I saw? A poem I wrote drunk off my ***? A half-hearted rhyme I can't tie tother? This is not a poem. It's my life.
I feel like a crossword puzzle puked in my brain, jumbled thoughts on a trackless train. I'm trying to sort through this emotional pain but, I'm not even sure there is something to gain.