Euphemism

My pen wanders aimlessly

scratching paper 

with no real end game

no goal

I never have new material

not really

although occasionally I may hit the mark 

or make a metaphor worth reading

I'm barely succeeding where it matters

because they all have the same meaning

I just word it differently

repetitive content

accredited to my loss

hellbent on reiterating 

my inability to cope

and the blackness of my soul

emptiness 

depression 

and hopelessness

packaged pretty wih a bow

rhymes and similes 

disguise despondency 

mask melancholy 

when they're described in a way that can flow

no matter which phrases I choose to use

the point is always the same

catchy lines hide disdain 

carefully worded analogies contain 

more pain within them

than could ever be felt physically 

but they're merely stanzas 

figures of speech

not warnings 

or the reasoning behind my antisocial ways

not even slightly self criticism 

it is symbolism 

this is simply wordplay