Said

Poetry with no emotion. Poetry without a notion. That's all I read. Unsatisfying to my own need. Apparently no one feels anything anymore. Not like they did before. I'm not the best. I'm not like the rest. Perfection in my unity. My puzzles to my immunity. To not care what you think. When all your poetry doesn't even brink. Staying safe on the sidelines. Afraid to read the fines. Keeping it within a blank stare. Not one emotion that you can tear. Away from what is expected. Not one true thing said is reflected. Beliefs in nothing true. Belief in what you say and do. Poetry without a feeling. Poetry without the ability of healing. Tell me wrong. I'd rather be that than to belong. To nothing real. Symbolic to eating an empty meal.