I’m not going to lie
I’m hysterical
A fake smile appears on my face with ease
A sociable mask to cover how I feel
I don’t know how to feel anymore
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know how to be happy
I don’t know how to fit it or be normal
I just really suck
Embrace the Light 
You know, I just wrote a poem called “The Naked Lunch.” It also uses separate paragraphs for each line. I think it conveys similar sentiment. You might want to take a look at it for comparison.
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Drunken thoughts aren’t always limited to the drink. Mostly, they are expressions of what’s really happening. Maybe, just maybe, there is something to say that Has to be Said, and it’s only with the help of a bit of drunken that the conversation starts.
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You don’t suck, and to be honest I don’t think people like us are meant to fit in but stand out. To use our writing to stand out and make the world feel something.
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