Expensive Restau is not my thing
I'd rather eat in fast foods
But i like diamond rings
It makes me look special even if I'm nude
Math makes me happy
Although sometimes it's a pain in the ass
And i think I'm lucky
Coz I've given a chance to be good that
Weird as they label me
What should i say, it's true anyway
My birthday comes december after three
It's blue, that's the feeling of that day
I am labeled as smart
But i don't see myself that way
My life is a scattered art
It's look so colorful but truth is it was gray
I am disappointed
To everything i am doing
It seems like so different
Like all of my mistakes are easily to be pointed
Imperfections
That's what can you see in me
My life has no direction
There's no end you can see
A/N: I'm writing this because I'm disappointed at myself rn. I feel like I am failing school and, i have a lot of problem. I need to keep my mind straight or else, I'll fail.
P. S. If you wanted me to make a poem for you, feel free to chat me on my Facebook account. It's Shea Arabelle Dagaraga.
