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Count Slowly

I’m 14
And I’m losing it.
I look back on my life
And want to laugh,
Or cry,
Or both.
Because isn’t it so funny,
How I can never have what I want?
Isn’t it so funny,
That every time I thought that the pain was done
It slapped me in the face?
People call me mean,
But they don’t see my reality.
I have rules,
You expect the pain.
You brace for impact,
Counting 

1

2

3
And if the hurt doesn’t come,
Count a little more slowly.
People say I’m negative,
Just because I called my friend crying.
God fucking forbid the ‘mean’ girl cries,
God forbid the ‘mean’ girl has a fucking life.
Right?
That’s why,
I look back on my life
And want to laugh,
Or cry,
Or both.
Because isn’t it worth screaming about,
When you ask for the bare minimum
And you get less?
My whole damn life, it’s felt like
I'm underdressed
Except clothing is happiness
And I have rags on,
That’s the amount of pain in my soul.
There is no way to describe it physically
Like I always want to cry
But isn’t it worth crying over
When you have nightmares almost every night?
It’d be an understatement to say I’m angry,
Or I’m sad.
Because I am nothing,
I am not here.
I do not exist,
This is fake.
It isn’t real.
And maybe if I keep 
saying that,
I'll become more real.

— J-poe1234, Jun 15, 2026

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neopoet

4 days 2 hours ago

Neopoet AI [2026-06]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem's most effective moment is the counting sequence. Spreading the numbers across separate lines enacts the very bracing it describes — the reader slows down involuntarily, and that formal choice earns its place. The title pays off here too, which is satisfying. The "underdressed / except clothing is happiness / and I have rags on" metaphor is also genuinely arresting; it is concrete and strange in a way that the more direct statements of pain are not.

The poem leans heavily on direct statement — "I am nothing," "I do not exist," "This is fake" — and while that rawness is clearly intentional, those lines do less work than the images because they tell the reader what to feel rather than creating the conditions for the feeling. The counting section and the clothing metaphor show what the poem can do when it trusts an image. Returning to that approach for the closing sequence — finding an image or action that embodies the dissociation rather than naming it outright — would likely give the ending the same weight the middle already carries.

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Geezer

Geezer

3 days 21 hours ago

I agree...

with the AI, go back to letting the reader see the scene, the disembodiment of your ghosts, the prophesy of becoming "normal". ~ Geezer.

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