No one necessarily needs me
Just a broom
Sweeping away and being useful for a day then put back in the corner for who knows how long
I know I should brush it off
Just like I sweep all their dust, but I just can't do it
Tired of pushing myself out of the corner because no one remembers I’m in the corner
Just let me know I’m needed
I know I’m loved
On Earth and above
Although I do (CONSTANTLY) have doubts, I do know this
And that I AM good at poetry, despite what I tell myself
Unlike I tell myself,
I’m NOT stupid,
I do NOT have a repulsive persona
I am NOT a disgrace to all of society
I’m NOT a horrible mutation of genetic evolution
I’m NOT going to start a revolution
Take over my mind with my mind
Don’t want to be FINE
I just want to unwind the skinny-jean-tight hold that’s suffocating me
I am tired of trying to reign triumphantly
Tired of being in the corner
But that’s where I’ll stay, because that’s where I belong
I know, I’ve got to stay strong
And I don’t have to play along
With my dissociative hallucinatory voices’ stories
But they’re so convincing and so loud
Idk how to drown ‘em out
I don’t mean to whine and pout
But that’s what I’m all about
Little Ms. Pain-in-the-You-Know-What
Little Ms. IDAF, about anyone else’s feelings
Never considerate of others
I try, but I cannot lie
I think, I don’t know when I’m like this
There’s nothing but loud howling wind, and fuzz inside the abyss that is my mind
I just know this, if you’ll allow me to rewind
I’m nobody’s favorite person
I’m nobody’s hero
People’s lives I don’t anymore want to worsen
But it’s what I do-I’m a zero
A burden to bear
Only here bc people care
But ONLY enough to keep me here
While I’m still here, I’m the broom in the corner
When I’m out in the light, with people all around, I’m an alien, a foreigner
I don’t know what to do,
This is meant not for me but for you
I belong in the dark corner, with my dusty-%$# self
Or the expired can of soup way back on the shelf that no one wanted
Hidden and buried underneath
The rest of food and snacks people actually eat
Forgotten in that small space, my nutrition withering by the second
I just wish I had a second, to be able to say
I’m okay, being on the shelf, in the corner
It’s where I belong
It’s where I’ve been
It’s where I’ve only ever been
And it’s where I shall stay
Until I shrink and wither away,
Because nobody else feels like they have anything else to say…
I know when you ALL read this you’ll say differently, but tell that to my indifference
You say what you want to say
I’ll stick to what I already know anyway…....
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.
