Random Poetry Collection

Sweeping Duty

No one necessarily needs me. I am not a requirement or necessity for survival

Just an old broom

Sweeping away and I start being useful for a day then put away in the corner for who knows how long

I know I should brush it off

Just like I sweep all their dust, but I can't do it

Tired of pushing myself out of the corner because no one remembers I'm was there to begin with

Just let me know I'm needed

Let me know I'm loved

On Earth and above

Although I do (CONSTANTLY) have doubts, I do know this

That I do NOT totally hardcore suck 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 reasonable mind with my toxic mind

Don't want to be " Just FINE"

I just want to unwind the skinny-jean-tight hold that suffocates 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 and their 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 is what I'm all about

Little Ms. Pain-in-the-You-Know-What

Little Ms. IDAF,

I try, but I cannot lie

I don't know why I'm like this

There's nothing but loud howling wind and blur and fuzz inside the abyss that is my mind

I just know this, if you'll allow me to rewind-well, I wouldn't mind.

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 the food and snacks people 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 am

It's where I'll always be

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 hear this you'll say differently, but tell that to my indifference

You say what you want to say

I'll stick to what I know anyway.......