I am an it,
Not a what or a who,
I am a thing,
I am unlike you,
For two letters am I,
It's yourself with less letters too,
And while a letter we can read,
There are lines if you'll see a few.I am an it,
I don't stand,
Nor do I sit,
I am a thing,
I don't lie,
I can't sing,
I am an object,
We do nothing,
But are full of regret,
Not made of something,
There is no meaning.I am an it,
Simple as it sounds,
I am complex,
I'm my own pronouns,
I am not human,
So emotions play not part,
I am like an ocean,
With no end and no start,
Because when you're an it,
You have no plot,
When you're like me,
Your insides will rot.I am just it,
I'm not a big deal,
I am nothing,
Of no concern to you,
I am an it,
I accept my name,
I am nothing,
I have myself to blame.
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A Dumb Transboy's Book of Poems
Poesi*throws phone out a window* HEY HI THIS IS IN THE 2017 WATTY AWARDS NOW IF YOU WANNA BORKING VOTE FOR ME <3 Highest Rating: #337 in Poetry 6/24/17