Foolish dreams

Lost in thought

Can't help but wonder

Is it all worth it?

The tears

The anger

The memories

Of things so painful

It makes your lungs collapse

So some idiot can point

Out

Every

Little

Fault of your work of

Tears

Anger

And memories

What is a poet in this day and age

But a made up word

For a melodramatic teen

Dressed in black

No longer

The prophet

Or

Philosopher

Doomed from the start to be

Lost among

Tears

Anger

And memories

Scared of everything and nothing

A hopeless soul trying to break free

From the binds of the masses

A poet

of tears

of anger

and memories