Unpoem

I never write poetry But a lot of what I write is random and I have a lot to say right now so, then, in that case I figured that as long as I chopped up my writing into short lines that no one could recognize as a paragraph of cognitive script and stuck them all together atop each other that it would come off looking just like a poem. you wouldn't want me to do this, would you? like so many other things that I do not do, for you. it's cheesy. you wouldn't make me stop but you wouldn't think that I am very smart. not that you often do. at the very least you would not praise me and you would ask me why a lot and I would explain a lot and you wouldn't get it at all. I know that I am very smart. but you only like that when it means I understand you. which I do. I think I do. but there are parts that I do not know and so I cannot understand them there are things I wish you would tell me but I cannot tell you to tell me I can only try to try for you and hope that you will tell me thank you. at least, or good job. at least, or something forbidden that we do not say but that my chest aches deeply of never hearing. so as you will never read this and you will never know I am I should you see this - and you will never know you are you, it doesn't matter. I will stop now. and only hope, and probably cry myself to sleep among the stress of the thousand things that have yet to be done (I cannot wait until it is all over.) (It will all be over soon.) (I can take a break just for now.) (no one will notice.) (and in these moments of reprieve I will take the time to die a thousand different ways until you tell me or until I find a way to have you tell me please, please tell me that you do.) I will stop.