This "Familiar" poem is very familiar. It sounds like bipolar disorder and adolescence. Is it Devin Townsend? No, it's rambling! No, that's me.

Trying to figure out "That taste." and "visual masturbation." because I over-think everything, but to unter-think is to not be Nietzschean and/or other made-up adjectives.

Ohmigod.

I have to say, this one was particularly good.

The feeling behind just echoes through it perfectly.

But imperfectly at the same time, you know?

Wow. Great job.

Sincerely.