one more small rant
i really am a dog
i not only just march to my own doom
by loving quickly
falling into pits
feeling things are always my fault
as fragile an ego and esteem as paper
to be crumpled at a moments notice
and i work to please people constantly
no matter what i really think of them
because ultimately, what i really want
is to be wanted, to be useful, such is a dog's life
to be useful and nice to keep around
and i feel so much towards the thought
due to the fact that if i thought otherwise,
id be kicked out
put on the curb
and everything i once worshipped
even if subconsciously
would be filled with resentment and destroyed
i remember faces and details more than i let on
i hold people in my life higher than me
i value others more than myself
id do anything to make it known i really do care
even put myself in harms way
only to show the slightest form of affection
yet at the slightest drop of a hat
my ears droop, my tail ducks
and i become the scapegoat of everything
i aim to give you a way to vent your anger
i blame everything on myself
i throw myself in to get destroyed
simply because i believe
that i am the cause of everything bad
and thats exactly why
i think i should be put down
just like any other stupid mutt.
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
