You blubbering four-eyed weirdo
Who can't shut their trap for the life of them
Your words are poison to all who hear
The effect of your words never cross your mind
Just the reaction that boosts your self-confidence
Your words are just as irritating as some dragging
their nails across a chalkboard
You know that it is but you enjoy watching them crumble
If you were a product up for sail no one would purchase you
All the people who you ever known would just walk by and talk
If you weren't such a nuisance you wouldn't even cross their mind
Since you are such a nuisance you do cross their mind
But not as a good thing like a flower just blooming in the spring
But like a piece of garbage just waiting to be thrown out
Or like a fly that can't ever seem to be killed
Just buzzing and buzzing around your room when you're trying to sleep
You think you're so bright like the sun in everyone's world
But in reality your just like pollution damaging to every living thing
Something that we have to get rid of
We all know that but for some reason you are still here
You're still walking this very earth hurting everyone around you
You are like that one light bulb in a box that never seems to work
Everyone else around is that person who knows it will never work but still tries
Instead of growing and improving yourself and finally
glowing as bright as your possible could be
You are still here rejecting all that try to help you shine
You bury yourself in your sorrows and do everything you can to drag everyone down with you
You refuse to go out quietly and you must make a bang
Even though the people who care about you dearly don't want you to go
You constantly think that they do want you to go
So you cry to yourself a sleep and dream of everything of a better life
When you wake up and start your day
You start your day by hating everything and everyone in your way
You are just like a candle full with potential to be lit but you burn away everything
All the potential that you have. The more you try to stop the flame the more the flame burns
So you just sit down and wait for the flame to finally burn out
YOU ARE READING
Poems of my emotion
PoetryThis is just a story that I am using to kind of "vent" since I don't like talking to people. I am not very good at poems but that is kind of how I can easily get baggage out of my chest.