I Only Like Twizzlers When I'm Sad. Poem by Alonso Covarrubias

I only like Twizzlers when I hate myself.
I am eating a Twizzler.
My mouth is dry
I always forget how sweet they are, but like a fresh coat of snow.
Am I hoping that one day I'll choke.
Or maybe I thinks it's one big joke.
Isn't it silly to treat yourself when you dislike one's self.
Or do I secretly dislike myself because I long for another Twizzler. I think I have a problem, I love Twizzlers because they remind me of my youth and those that were apart of it. But those same memories make me sad because how much I disliked my self during those times.
Twizzlers make me sad