I want to say I'm good enough
I am all the world will have
But mother said to speak truths
But I guess it's not that bad
I love being useless
Just another mistake
I'm simply an English muffin
On a table filled with cake
I try and try again
To do the world some good
But it will never be enough
Not that I thought it would
So dear Lord in heaven
Or magical fate in the air
Let me be good enough
Or just let me disappear
Since what's the point of living?
All I do is write and write
But anyone can pick up a pencil
My talents are nothing but spite
I wish I had kind words to leave
But my words are not for you just me
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Attempts
AcakI suck at poetry, but I've been told I'm very good at it. [Most likely depressing]
