Everything’s wrong with me.
Do you see it?
Can you tell?
Just look at me closely
You’ll observe it as well
My hair is too frizzy
My nose is too wide
And despite my big smile
I am crying inside
One day it’s my knees
The next it’s my hands
It’s hard being a writer
When you can’t lift a pen
A keyboard can help
Especially now
I can spew out this nonsense
Without wetting my brow
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I like your foray into poetry! The rhythm of this is wonderful, it just carries us along. I really like the questions at the beginning, and how you start by focusing on the superficial (My hair is too frizzy) and move it into something much deeper and more complex. There's a terrific tone about this as well - a fabulous dark humor.
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