Self Abuse Poetry

 

I know
this face I see
blankly reflecting back at me
has always been

an impossibility...

Not conducive exactly
to a sense of mental stability..

Maybe I really do need therapy
though I have learned
from years of crafting

insanely bad poetry
that perhaps this shitty self esteem

is a twisted kind of destiny
that was simply meant to be..

Gonna keep bludgeoning

these frickin inner demons

with a torrent of introspective

totally disconnected words..

No way

these sick bastards

can take

this rambling mess literally..

I sure as Hell don't