I feel the urge to cry
Though I don't know why
I can feel the tears building up
Swelling up
Up to no good
Good for nothing I guess
Kind of like me
Right
Useless kid in a useless world
Scuffy
Scuzzy
Ugly
Plain and fat faced
Boring and bland
Shoes with holes in em
Shirts with rips in em
And a head with nothing in it
Blabbering and blubbering
Stuttering and stammering
Sentences come out jumbled and jangled
Wow this kid is stupid
Isn't it
What does it do
Besides embarrass itself
And honestly
I don't know what else I do
Other than waste space
Diminish this world's oxygen supply
And appear as a general annoyance with my simple existence
I can't change the world
What's an insignificant speck like me supposed to do
I can barely take care of myself
And when I do
Or when I just do anything
All I want to do is cry
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
