Don't you dare start telling me that I'm a good-for-nothing piece of shit.
I already know I am.
I know I'm a waste of space,
So stop rubbing it in my face.
It's annoying.
I'm already plotting my murder, so you don't have to go through that hassle.
And I already know that mantra,
I repeat it on a daily basis,
"Useless, worthless, failure, dumbass.."
I know, I know.
Don't make me roll my eyes to the back of my head.
And yes, everything is going swell,
So don't ask me how I am.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoéziaIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
