Dear Substack

I entered the digital world just five weeks ago,
An ADHD dreamer the growth rate too slow.

I’ve asked you politely “connect me you prick,”
You gave fuck all back - not even a flick.

Reliving my life-stories - so deep it can hurt,
Six hours of truth in desperation to convert.

Cutting my thoughts into something more clean,
Bleeding in ways that don’t show up on screen.

I move every comma like someone might care,
Like if trauma when structured gets better out there.

I reword over again so it’s told the right way,
Then it might reach a stranger, then they might stay.

I press publish, leave hours, and try not to check,
But then do it anyway - what did I expect?

There are seven views and three of them me,
A punch in the stomach, a sting from a bee.

I sit and wait for the numbers to climb,
Like meaning and effort just need more time.

Meanwhile…..

“Hey guys!! 😊 I’ve just joined up today!
Let’s connect, follow 4 follow, yeah, okay??”

Seven hundred likes for saying hello,
Two hundred followers, they instantly grow.

No story, no weight, no risk and no mess,
Just empty engagement and its instant success.

So tell me Substack - what the fuck do you want?
Is this about writing, or about quotes and a font,

Should I dumb everything down and soften the blunt?
Because Substack, if that’s the case - I think you’re a c**t.