Funny how I never do understand
how I am just... a generic brand—
nothing special here to see
when I again reveal the real me.
Just a poet with a true poem,
condemned to simply roam
across a vast blizzarded page
in a quest for some forgotten age.
In the hope that someone will read
my endless, ever-pathetic feed,
wept words in a delible ink,
disregarded once more in a blink.
Tossed over another cold shoulder,
now that I am so much older
than I ever then dared to be
in this wildfire life meant to free.
As I ignited every single spark
in pursuit of some trademark—
something to make me stand out,
drive away all of this dark doubt.