I Have to Pass This Tomorrow so I Badly Need Advice

[open parrot]

Carapace of a frame in dysphoria,
Sea creature who despises the ocean,
Capsized by waves of empty euphoria,
Huddled in a hot bath of confusion.

I change my frames every once in a while,
Distort the prescription of bleary eyes,
Of how myself and others' sight surmise,
Side views behind my steps; slightly crab-wise.

I clean stains with the insides of my cloth,
When the scene hazes from a steamy broth,
When the skies tear up from a somber thought—
Handpicked cumulus clouds; quietly tawed.

Parsley clasped in hand, to my God I pray,
I, shall be the bearer of my names.

I changed stuff up :))

[bronze moss]

I'm not exactly sure how to say this, but this feels like it could be three separate excerpts of different works. It's a decent poem, but it feels like you were trying to force an organic theme to come along

[open parrot]

prolly because I wrote 2nd and 3rd stanzas months ago, panicked and put them there instead of writing a whole new poem lmao

[bronze moss]

I see