I Hate Myself

I take one last

Longing Toke

Of this belittling Vape

It scolds me

“You’ll be back”

The imaginary words

Ringing in my heart

as I place the Vape down

Knowing deeply within

How those haunting words ring true

And here I am

Writing a poem on Reddit

Where people only read

my poem

So that they can post

their poem

That’s the truth of the matter

And whatever “poetry” I write

It doesn’t really matter at all

No one cares

This pathetic attempt of creative drivel

Will reach no one

Not a single person will be inspired

The reality is

I

am

not

that good

Can I live with it?

What does it say about me -

if I crave an audience -

to listen to my misery?

I’m delusional

And yet

I still stay convinced

That the true masters of their crafts

Believe

Passionately

Earnestly

Intensely

That their work deserves to be heard

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