Sorry guys, I have such random emotions. RANDOM. Dis poem's stanza-izing (new word!) is inspired by da song, Self-inflicted Achromatic.
Everyone is noticed, they've a purpose except me
I'm always such a burden to those around me
That's what I think of myself, yes everyday
I think that I am weirder than you in a way
It's always pressuring how those around you
Get noticed everyday but they will never respect you too
I know you think of me as an error, I know that every move I make causes you to even shake
I don't know if I am even trying my best, but my words can overpower me
Would it be better if I disappear from your sight, would you be happy now that I am gone?
How can I even know what is going in your mind
Your thoughts are probably hating me
