Starting poet

[Anonymous No.6505781]

Alright, so we were writing poetry in my college lit class and it was really fun for me to be able to express my feelings through little things instead of novels/stories like I was used to writing. Mind that I'm overwhelmingly mediocre at writing poetry, but I'd like a little feedback on my first piece. It's a little gloomy due to how I was feeling but just try to get the gist of the poem. Thank you! (ps, image is my favorite book at the moment)

I’m sitting in this room
All alone as if a single gust of wind could take me
I begin questioning my own existence
Is it possible to be this lonely?
Is it possible to feel this alone in such a large world?
Or is it so large?
Large enough for someone such as myself to go unnoticed
Day in
Day out
I hear a single strum of an instrument
Such a melancholic tune that one may question; why?
Why have I been chosen to endure this?
Why must I feel this through my daily life?
Why must I have this tune, crestfallenly place upon me?
I think this everyday.
Why me?

[Anonymous No.6506358]

>>6505781
Fuck Brett. Stupid slut.

[Anonymous No.6506380]

>>6505781

what is with those Hemingway covers? The seem monumentally inappropriate.

[Anonymous No.6506384]

>>6505781
Don't write about your angst. It is the worst possible subject.