I'm just some useless piece of rubble
I can't help but get knee deep in trouble
I'm yelling out these valid reasons
But no one seems to want to listen
Why be proud of me
If I'm a failure on the daily
I don't provide much
I don't even cry
That last one might be a lie
I'm sick of this
This bothersome cycle
A cycle of spirals
Of empty threats and lies
I can't help who I am
I can't help what I do
Sorry for everything
Disappointing you
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Mine
PoetryThis is a series of original poems that I wrote so that I could clear my head a bit.
