You Have Read This Before

I am just another cliché.
I write about blood
spilling out on tile and
screaming without being heard and
beautiful girls that want to die.
I am just another cliché.
I wear stupid glasses with
thick black frames and
dirty converse broken on the bottom and
all-black clothes that fail to hide me.
I am just another cliché.
I have big, thick, frizzy
curly, boring brown hair and
too-small hands and feet and
thighs for two people rather than one.
I am just another cliché,
writing bad poetry in
black ink on stained pages
in the same goddamn place
every single day.