To sit at night and chase your thoughts
Regret your past and goals you’ve sought
And seek to understand your life
With angst filled poems of your strife
You mock the art with common prose
Write poems of the bloody rows
That roll down arms and seem to shout
A cry of help to pick you out
You throw about such genius words
To try and stand out from the herd
But when you turn around and look
It seems your friends have read your book
They stand around and cause their pain
To steal your guarded looks again
They loathe themselves from head to toe
And, oh! Do they put on a show
Attention seeking human leeches
Sucking life and surely each-is
Doomed to go home to their life
As normal as are yours and mine