I don't need anyone else telling me about
How fat and lonely I am
I don't need their problem-solvers
And they can try as hard as they can
But they aren't me and they don't get me
They think that they do but they don't
And now they're all angry and ready to kill me
I just have to believe that they won't
I'd rather be the one who does too much
Than the one who does too little
And I do some, but not enough
I'm a long way away from the middle
Because I just can't seem to commit
I know it'll help but I just can't do it
There's too much to do
In front of too many
Who expect too much
From me.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
