The Point Poem by Etcetera Poet
The Point
What is love for?
What is the point?
I mean all those Instagram posts
seem to tell you don't need anyone
to be happy,
helping the world
teach you to care about yourself only,
and then you become selfish
and surrealistically alone,
developing defense mechanisms
to deal with yourself
and your loneliness
while the idea of happiness
is so flexible
it never feels right again.
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8/28/2026 6:15:56 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
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