Howl of the unappreciated

So I am so stressed out and being so hard on myself, thatI have taken up writing poetry again.

I haven't written a poem since high school. I was okay, I think, for a high school kid. Thanks to the ol' perspicacity, I managed to write about more than love, lost love and killing myself unlike my contemporaries but then I kind of put it down.

But then things kinda derailed a little bit the other day and I was forced to take a long hard look at myself. With that kind of introspection, I think I unlocked the little box of poetry because I just started writing.

It wasn't all that bad. I was kind of surprised.

It also probably helped that I got high while doing all this.