Intertwined Mishaps

Sun seeps into the room, between the slats on the plastic curtains
I stare, endlessy, at a computer screen clicking away
Erasing what I hate, those neverending cliches that are my life
Typing a more romantic version of what I want my life to be
But it all ends up the same
Complete and utter dribble in the highest sense
I take a time check: 1:35 PM
It's been four hours and I've managed to create a mockery to all of poetry
Heartache, it's so done along with yearning and obsession
I strive to be unique in an endless sea of blah
But I blend in with the other waves to be washed upon the shore
To die.. A cliche