I'm okay! | A Poetry Book

When will I be helped?

I always help others,

Cause that's the right thing to do,

But they don't help me,

It's like they're waiting for my doom.

''Can you help me with this? What's the answer to that?''

Sure! Of course I'll tell you, Of course I'll help you!

Of course you'll take advantage of me, just like a little brat!

I need someone to also help me,

So I can be free!

I think people tend

To don't understand,

That even though I'm one of the best in the class,

Doesn't mean I do not call for help, maybe sometimes I have bad luck,

I'm not perfect, sometimes I feel like I suck.

And maybe that's why,

No one helps me,

I suck, I'm not pretty or smart,

I always get better grades,

Maybe they feel sour towards me,

Maybe they're just little, small snakes,

Climbing on my success,

Maybe I'm not that free,

As I thought. Maybe because I don't always come with them in the park..

I suck,

I'm not pretty,

I'm not smart or maybe I'm smarter than them,

And that's the problem...