Elucidating Questions

So, who do I talk to?

What do I say?

Who actually wants to hear it?

Five hundred more poems no one will read?

Yeah.

Because they always say talk to someone but they never say who someone is.

I’m sorry. You’re not no one. I’m sure you’re a perfectly pleasant someone.

But you’re no one who can help me.

I put up the front like I feel the winner

When in my mind all I hear is that I

That’s last place

Gotta just go on getting the start wrong

What makes it better?

Besides the crippling anxiety

The loss of employment

No possible immediate remedy for financial ruin

Dragging five life forms with me

Why does my mouth sew things I can’t hold up

Just going until I’m in a complete nothingness

Did this one to myself

Now who’s left?