This isn't a poem

I think anyone can relate

to the feeling of always

never being enough

you always see things you cant have

look in the mirror

you come out of the shower

happy that the condensation

on the reflective wall

covers your face. 

I hope nobody can relate

to the fear that something is wrong with you

I want to be apart of something

nobody understands. 

This poem isn't beautiful

This poem isn't powerful

Its just me typing words

For the hope that someone can see

and feel happy for themselves, 

that they don't feel the same way. 

So many of you are supportive

Why can't I feel it?

This poem isn't amazing

This poem isn't real poetry

Yet here I am, in the poetry sight

And others will use personification

and visuals

This poem is just words

That are making an effort to unscramble out of my scramble brain

Like headphones that still have two knots

And you're too lazy to untie them

why can't I bring myself to untie them. 

This isn't poetry

This is a foggy mirror

knotted headphones, 

needing supportive people there

This isn't a poem