As I continue this series, I find myself wanting to edit, change, and make excuses for the poems I create. I decided when I started this that I will not edit or judge what I create; I will just allow the poems to help me get things off of my chest. This is a challenge for me because I always seek perfection and want people to like me and like the work I create. As I share this poem, which happens to not be my most favorite thing I’ve ever written, I will grant myself grace and release the words into the void (aka the Internet). Maybe I will use this internal struggle as inspiration for my poem tomorrow. Stay tuned!
Day 2: Untitled
Tears threaten
My brain is flooded with nothingness
My only success
from the day
is learning about musicians and the making of music
But I have no motivation for actual classwork.
I feel like shit.
I need to calm down.
I need to loosen my reins on control.
Faking It Made 