☆ Poems ☆

Why Me?

(Not by me, from Pinterest.)

I'm not brilliant,
I'm kind of dumb.
Most of the time,
I feel too much
Or I feel numb,
There's no in between.
I trip over uneven ground,
Fall face first;
But what hurts the most
Are men people
With glaring eyes.
They say the most.
I wish I were a ghost;
I hate being a host,
For unwanted thoughts,
The kind that won't leave,
Constantly, pouring mean words
Over me.
I shower day and night,
But I never feel clean.
I step outside,
Try and clear my mind.
I'm not brilliant,
I'm kind of dumb.
Why me?