I so I thought "hey why not put that poem in your random book instead of your poetry book for now" and so I did
Here's that one poem I mentioned earlier:

There is rain inside my brain
Or a storm, you could say
As the night turns to day
And the day turns to night
I will not fight
I have given up
I have for a while, at least
Before this I cared
And I dared
To fight the things in my mind
But I often find
How worthless I am,
How replaceable I am,
How stupid I am,
How timid I am,
And how depressed I am
I often shut up like a clam
About these very things
And the terror it brings
About the fact that I'm not unique
It's quite a mystique
How I believed that I was
Above average, special, and noticeable
When I really am
Below average, the same, and invisible
And I suppose nobody knows
What "great potential" I have
And I guess it never shows
To the people I thought who cared

Yay it's over
Why do all the good poems I write occur when I'm in a bad mood?
Meh whatever have some schist on my camera roll

Whoops it's mostly Steven Universe and Voltron bye

I really wish you can press and hold the return button to make going down in like a chapter or something faster

I guess poems are a coping method now other than the numerous bad jokes I tell about how trashy I am

honeyblobs please help