Bad poetry

A bad poet lives in all of us
It writes some shitty lines
Some made up words
Nothing makes sense
The dumbest ones put them on paper
Hoping for others
Smarter,
Younger,
Older,
Wiser,
Better
People
To recognize something
A piece of them
In it
It's still bad poetry
That won't change.
Happiness is ruining me
I can't think of anything else
Why should I?
She's my blue bird
And I'm the cage.