Introduction to Poetry.

My head is clacking, trying to make sense of these words, but I feel like a migrane.<br>All my thoughts are negative, the only thing that stops me from blowing my brains out is that I’m too lazy for that shit.<br>I am a house that is a mess, the showers are broken, the couch is stained, and a lot of things are missing. I am a fridge that hasn’t been cleaned in years. I am the trash you find in the dumpster, filled with rotten food and mold.<br>I am a terrible bodybuilder. I am an ‘okay’ artist, but I feel like a failure.<br>I try to be happy, at least one thing a day. I rewatch my favorite shows, begging myself to remember the good times. I am filled with regret. I am terrible and making friends. I am filled with anxiety. I can’t focus, I can’t finish anything. I am a negative person.<br>This is who I am. I am a burnt pizza that no one wants, a winky face, a toaster that always burns bread. I am a terrible bodybuilder, and I know that. I am begging myself to finish things, to look at the good things, to do the right things, to do anything.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>*Author’s note*: I wrote this in the middle of a depressive episode, it is quite raw and unedited, I am doing okay now.