Am I worth the effort?
Am I worth trying to mend
What can't be fixed?
Trying to bend the metal that is my mental state.
Am I worth your patience
and your kindness?
What is my worth?
Is it in nickels or dimes?
Is it measured by the amount of people who love me?
Or just the people that surround me?
Is it measured by how fast my car can drive?
How much my money can buy?
Or is it measured by how many men and women I can catch with my thighs?
No, that doesn't sound right.
Or maybe it's how much I feel I am worth.
But that just leaves me with even more questioning..
Does anyone know their worth?
Or do we just assume,
And hope for the best?
Their'll hope that one day
someone will walk up to them
and stick a price tag on their forehead.
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Occupational Hazard
Poetryjust a bunch of poems and other random shit that I wrote. If you have a problem with what I write, and you feel it is worth my time. Please politely bring it to my attention and we can talk about it over some virtual tea and biscuits. *Warning** So...
