I hate who I am, I hate who I've become. I can't please anybody. Not myself,not my mom,my dad, my sister's, my brothers,not friends, not lovers. No one. I thinking I would be better off dead. I have no future, I have no life, I have no friends, the guy I like ignores me. I just don't understand why I'm here. I'm just a waste of space, a tree in the middle of no where, a fork in the road, an impossible puzzle, the path not taken. I am a misfit. A person who doesn't belong. The person who feels lonely in a crowded room, a person who doesn't see hope.
I am a misfit.
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lost & confused
Poetrythis is basically just some sucky poetry written by myself. I'm going through depression and this is how I basically feel.
