Okay, this isn't a poem. Just a... thing. That slightly resembles a poem, I guess. :/
Hey.
Hey you.
Yeah, you. Idiot.
It's me, your conscience. I just wanted to tell you that you're a failure.
You deserve everything that's happening to you. You know why?
You're a loser.
You mess up everything. Why can't you just keep your mouth shut, huh? What is so hard about that? Please, I'd love to know.
Oh, no no no. Don't you blow me off like that.
Don't I warn you every time? 'Hey stupid, that's wrong. You're going to ruin everything you've worked for again.' And what do you do? Every... single... time.
You.
Ignore.
Me.
And then you pay the consequences.
No, I'm not leaving you alone. I'm going to pester you until you want to claw your insides out. And I don't know why, but I still seem to actually harbor hope for you.
Maybe if I keep tearing you down, you'll get up eventually, or something.
I---
Wow, I...
I'm...
I'm sorry.
I'm not doing this right at all, am I?
Well, I'm a part of you. No wonder I'm screwed up.
I don't know how else to help you, except to torture you. And... that apparently isn't working.
I'm a failure.
Am I not supposed to keep you out of trouble?
*sigh*
Okay, fine. I... I guess you're stuck with me.
And I'm stuck with you.
I hate you, I hope you know that.
Whatever. I'll be seeing you around.
I'm sure.
