Shit rant poems

A chapter

I'm not going to lie

That defeats most of the purpose of this

So lying can't be a part of this account

Anyway

Here we go the start

I'm not going to lie to you readers and listeners

I feel pretty shit right now

Pretty awful

Sick almost

But a large chunk of it is just

Tired

And

Stressed

It feels like anxiety is a weight on my chest

Pulling me down lower

Than my shoulders could make my arms reach

Pulling me so far down

I feel like everything I havent done that I was meant to

Is slowly killing me

And as if

When people say

Its ok

And

That menial schooltasks don't define me or

That I got this

Or that its ok

It doesn't mean shit

And the

But no it does

Does fuck all too

Either thing is so utterly useless to me

That

I wish some people would just stop talking to me

If they plan on ever saying it