an internal struggle the gears of my mind catch fight to turn fight for an answer im lost within myself yearning for a sense of direction utterly useless like an infant i struggle to grasp reality emotions coarse through my body sending shivers down my spine fits of anger, no release violent bouts of depression plague me the outside world cannot see but on the inside i burn long to be free, free from this place yearn to belong, to have some sense of meaning but for me there is no peace only the lonely shell of my life. Fuck depression. Fuck insecurity. Yeah my poem sucks but oh well.
the only way poetry can suck is if it has no meaning to the author. This doesn't suck. I mean, poetry can definitely suck. but you'll find that the worst thing about poetry are the people who think they do it best, which is every poet. If you've got a meaning, and a point, and are emotional with it and wise and skilled in your word choice, tone, delivery, all things just fall into place. If none of that is present, those words might as well be hieroglyphs .