I Am Unoriginal

The following poem is a test
& only a test
of pop-culture icons
& depression

I try to be okay, but I’m not
I told you not to push me over the edge
Pain is beauty
so strut your stuff

I want to kill myself
but I don’t want to die
Does that make sense?
I only want to be perfect, even if it hurts

I miss the days
when I was HAPPY
& I didn’t know what DRAMA was
I’m hiding the real me.

In 8 EZ steps I’ll teach you:
How to have an addiction
Hate yourself
Hate those you supposedly love most

Nothing can stop the pain
On the inside
& just because I’m not crying
it doesn’t mean I’m ok