This is no longer poetry,
it has long become the ramblings
of a self-centered teen
who likes to see her thoughts written aloud.
It has become anguished cries
over bullshit problems
and petty insecurities followed by
The girl just happens to have a knack
for transposing fears onto a page and
making them sound viable.
She just happens to find readers as
angst as her.
She just happens to enjoy the
She just happened to find it in writing.