My rude, demeaning thoughts
All the time I fought
All the times I lost
It can be about anything, everything, and all
Don't bother texting them, you've annoyed them enough already
No, she's not thinking about you-who'd ever think about the likes of you?
Nobody, that's who
You're nothing
Not important or anything special
The way you are, surprised you still have any friends at all
Why don't you just go away and bawl
Only thing you're good at it seems, (pussy)
They don't want you to do it, they'll do it themselves
Your dumbf*ck self wouldn't be able to do it yourself
You'll just screw it up and embarrassingly ask for help
You can't figure anything out
NO common sense
No good skill or talent, what ARE you good for, anything?
When people compliment your writing, don't buy into it.
You think your writing is decent, Ha! You're funny
You could be a comedian with that kneeslapper
It's really repetitive, dressed up all nice
And you've got writer's block against your side
You think you can write, you ought to check twice
And I'm not being hurtful; I'm being real
If you can't handle my simple truths,
Honey, there's no way you'll make it out there.
YOU ARE READING
Random Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.
