Poets are going to hate this book. This book isn’t for them. This book is for the kid with headphones on. This is chicken soup for the distracted. This book is for the medicated and sedated. And the ones who rose all above their diagnosis. This is for the lack of focused, focused on the potions. This book is poetry for the intelligent and alienated, the worst and the best minds of this generation. This book was my escape into my own world. The poetry in this book saved my life.