Sick Twisted Poetry

You Underestimate me

I listen to all the things you say. You tell me nothings going to go my way. The game of life I'll never win. I'll never get where you've been. In that case maybe I shouldn't try. Maybe I should just lay down and die. Now it's my turn to speak. I'm sick of you calling me weak. You always say the same old thing. But you don't know what I can bring. You can't tell me what to be. You underestimate me.