And I cry, and I howl,
from confusion, from anger,
from the exhaustion of a hurting dog,
dragging its wounded leg across the floor,
begging to be held,
not muzzled by something cold and confining
I hate twitter...
What do you mean some horrid slop i created quickly and without much thought gets 600+ likes
while some inner personal drawing that I'm proud of ends up at under 10
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you