Unimpressive Poets Poem by Delilah Miller

We are those
people,
abusers
performers,
accusers
adorers.

We write as the victim;
We are chained to our thoughts’ constant expression.
I’d give it up in a minute for a little bit of fun...
Or beauty instead of brains,
or even to make a good first impression.

But the only impressions,
the only indentations,
Are the ones my pen makes across paper;
I know the feeling so well, the words are all recitation.