The internet is full of imposters, in fact, at this point, it may have more fraudulent than authentic voices.  Artificial Intelligence is now in the mix, writing poetry, taking up words, devoid of context, but stringing together syntaxes that sound real.  As I once again picked up my writing mantle after having let the depression and situational drama steal my voice, I found that I was less confident in my ability to cohesively share my thoughts.

So I’m stumbling along a bit, but I’m here. Ready to bring you all along in a way that can provide healing for those who need it.

Faking

The Internet is full of how long I should write
How I should write
The right ways to write my words
There are names for it
It isn’t poetry, it isn’t prose, it is in-between

I like being undefined
I like being the unusual
I like being the different
I like being the weird

Except when that means I’m alone
Because no one understands me
I don’t follow the rules in my heart
No one knows how I break them
I’m good at faking it

I’d like to be brilliant
I’d like to be heard
I’d like to be seen
I’d like to be known

Except when I just want to crawl in a hole
Because the world is too much
I don’t follow the rules in my heart
No one knows how I break them
I’m good at faking it