GIRL HELP I AM UNDERGOING MITOSIS

This is one of said poems. Written in a week-long writing class for the prompt 'what I want my words to do to you' have read it to a crowd twice, both times at least one person cried. Could also be my naturally sad yelpy tone though idk.

Somehow almost all my poems make people cry. So either I'm:

One: a bad poet but my stories are sad enough that I can make people cry through bad poetry

Two: a good poet with stories that are just kinda sad but can be manipulated with words into beautiful poems that make people cry

Three: a good poet with sad stories that are enhanced through poetry to make people cry

Or four: a bad poet with stories that aren't sad and people are just crying because they feel bad that I'd choose to read them bad poetry

Either way, every time I read a poem to an audience, it seems like at least one person will cry or tell me they almost cried and had to actively hold themselves back.

Don't know exactly what to make of this. My poems are usually about my bad life experiences though, so I guess that probably plays a role.

As a kid learning about the holocaust, I never understood how people could let Nazis rise to power. But now I’m watching it happen in real time.

can we all agree not to be weird when Nico Di’Angelo’s actor gets announced? if the show stays true to the books, the actor could be under ten years old, a literal baby, so let’s collectively take a deep breath and remember the actors are real people and the characters are completely fictional. we already failed when Annabeth’s actor was announced

cmon everybody, we can do this!

You, every night.

My first Tumblr post, a little drawing I did of some of my friend group's favorite Pokémon! It was kind of an impulsive idea so not the best executed, the cheap fineliner I used bled pretty badly on the printer paper, and the proportions are all sorts of wacky, but I still think it's cute.

Worst dog name, go.

I'm super unwell, but I have to go to school tomorrow. I'm already behind on the small amount of work we've done this semester so far.

My legs feel like they're being torn apart from the inside, my head aches, I'm nauseous, fatigued, and really lightheaded and dizzy.

But I can't start accumulating absences or skipping assignments. So I gotta deal. Why must my body torture me?