Poetically speaking, I’m in bad shape lol. My inner critic is yelling at me that this is not really poetry. But I will keep trying and keep writing and maybe I’ll come back to look at this later and find something salvageable.
Journal Entry with line breaks
I know an eight year old.
He likes to tell me I’m ugly and fat.
After all, I suffer from self-esteem.
He has a cure for it.
I try not to care, but I do.
Just a little.
It’s like this game I play.
No matter how powerful you may be,
somewhere in the world, a bunny rabbit
can and will kick your ass.
This feels exactly like that.
Damn. I’m not as mature as I thought.