Poems of life

A bucket

My loneliness is like a bucket

Full of potential when used properly, but useless when empty

My fear of being abandoned constantly weighs down,

that bucket like a heavy stone in the pit of my stomach

Giving me a constant aching reminder that I'll always be alone

like an empty bucket.

My anger causes my fists to ball up at the slightest thought that I'll be lonely

But it's fine because I'm overreacting when I'm worried that everyone will leave me

I'm annoying and clingy

I'm not even sure why anybody likes me.

My high metabolism makes me hyper active

Causing those around me constant discomfort.

I'm sorry to those who suffer in my presence

I hope that my antidepressants are working so that I can represent

Someone who has worth to you