So I have 'poems.' And by poems I mean a lot of crap i wrote that doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Should I post? Here is of one of my better ones:

I'm addicted

Latched on to this thing called

Attention

I crave it

And no matter what I try

I can't shake it

Sometimes I blame it on the ones who raised me

They are the ones who trained me,

who changed me

who drove me to be who I am,

I want to blame them for this addiction because they didn't care to give me enough.

I can't help but want to resent them.

And I do

I want to hole myself up into this place and never come out.

I want to run and run and run and never come back.

This family drives me to insanity.

They push me to this brink,

Where I just can't think,

And my new home becomes a world that I made up in my mind.

I wish I would hide,

But these emotions I have won't slide off.

Most would look at my life and sneer.

I have everything a person could want...and they are right.

I live in the sun with all the flowers,

but all I can picture myself in are heavy showers

Where nothing but rain falls.

The filter my perspective had is wrong and selfish,

But is it wrong to see life in a blue and blackish tint?

Maybe I'm just grounded...

Or is this world just rubbing off on me?