Wow, this is so different from you, I was surprised when I read this and then thought good for you for getting this out.

Since I'm not a musician, I have no drums to bang.
Since I'm not an artist, I have no canvas to scribble on.
Since I'm not an athlete, I have nothing to kick around.
I am a poet and tonight, I will write words I usually
stray from. You know? The ones that make me look filthy.
The ones that scream "childish", "unorganized", "frustrated",
but I don't give a damn.

- I really like how you opened this, with using different professions and their tools to excplain your message. This was very unique and worked very well. Towards the end you could clearly see which emotion you were feeling and the frustration came accross quite strong.

Sometimes it's nice to just write how pissed off suffocation
makes you feel. The tingling sensation has become too much
and all you can shout is, "GET OFF OF ME YOU BSTARD",
but no one's there. Its stress, destroying everything you
were meant to be.

- It is funny because you have capitalized the line which stands out the most to the eye, stands out with anger, but for me the line that actually stood out most for me was the last line, because through the anger and hurt I can feel the disappointment where you perhaps thought this person was going to be much more than they actually grew to be. This saddens me and reaches me more than the capitalized statement. It is like for a while you had been hanging on through this stress in the hope the person might change into that of which you hoped they would be.

I've used permanent marker to write on my walls.
Mostly so the fumes can arise in the atmosphere
and as I inhale, it's enough to get me high.
I've used Red lipstick to draw on my mirrors so I can
pretend it's blood subsiding down my wrist.

- Again I liked the idea of using these different tools to express your emotions, it shows how strong they are that you have to imagine these actions as a way to release the pain from inside. The self harming line with the blood is so strong because it takes a lot of hurt to get a person that down and to breaking point. So sad but written so powerfully.

It's clear my mistakes keep piling up and all I can do,
is surrender to a life that whispers ,"you're weak."
My reply will always be the same, it will always contain
acceptance . Hence, my shitty attitude and my hidden misery.

- Here I get a feeling of the hopelessness and perhaps the suffocation you earlier referred to? Being trapped inside this part of your life because you do not know which other way to go. But my advice would be, never settle for anything less than you deserve, and you deserve the best which quite clearly is not the case here.

I refuse to back down, or completely become immobile.
I will however, continue on believing that I belong in
a world of my own. Where the only ashole around is mine
and the only idiot near, is my own reflection

- did not like your ending because there is nooo way you are an idiot, far from it. Although I do understand this was how you were feeling reading this :(

This whole poem was actually very touching and it tugged on my heart to know that it was you who wrote these sad words. You degrade yourself in a way which is furthest fromt he truth and firthest from what we all see here. I know one day you will see that too and find someone who can prove to you it is true.

keep writing, 5/5 xxx

Wow,

I love this, this is right on my wavelength at the mo.

The last stanza was great, I wish I had written this!!!!
(apart from the lipstick part, that would be a little strange)

I bet you feel better getting all of this out.

I was a bit worried what I might find in this explicit section.

You should write more like this because the anger and emotion is huge.

I have just read it again, so so awesome

Those last two lines are genius.

Now I am in awe of you.