I found a piece of paper written by my younger self so this is the poem based on that. Sorry the Line Spacing got different, I tried.
I hate it,
I feel like I'm giving too much.
Making them happy,
Making them noticed,
Making conversation.
But, they drain me.
My words go in,
Your words swept out.
My mistakes like a whistle,
You treat me by a hurricane.
Forget me, when I help you.
Forget me, I'll be okay.
Just turn your head,
Talking smack,
Harmonizing my pet peeves.
I'm not worthy, huh?
Your friends too, huh?
I can't trust them,
They're everywhere.
Where can I find a bag grains of Trust?
Where can I find a bag grains of Respect?
Feed me in Friendship.
Let there be.
But, sometimes I feel like I should just be with myself.
And pray for their best and just let them be
in HELLLLLL jkjkjk
