Why do I even bother,
Liking guys I can't even get,
They won't ever be a father,
In my Family- I bet.
Some don't even know my name,
Some don't even know I'm here,
They only know people of fame,
Making me tear.
My friends could ship me with them,
But it wouldn't change a thing,
They'll just succumb,
Me- making me want to sing.
I want to be seen,
But I also want to stay behind,
I would rather not put on a fake screen,
And be declined.
They can laugh at me,
All they fucking want,
But I'll beat them up if they don't let me be,
And insult and taunt.
If they don't like me- fine,
I can find someone else,
Maybe I'll wine and dine,
Or just find CELSS.
What else can I do,
I could be lonely,
It doesn't have to be two,
It could be me, myself, and I only.
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PoetryThis is a book of poems made from my imagination and passions. I hope some of you can enjoy the passions and ideas that have birthed themselves onto paper and were transcribed here. Enjoy! Bye Bye! Highest ranking: 964 #27 on #pray #35 on #think
