I don't think I'm worth anything,
If I am why?
The most I am is a play thing,
And that's to some stupid guy.
I'm mostly seen as a fuck up to kids,
Yet a diamond child for adults,
If you and I had taken bids,
You'd see the difference in how the results have somersaults.
This just shows me,
That I'm actually worth nothing at all,
Everyone will let me be,
And if not they break me down like a glass wall.
It would be better to disapear,
Then everything would be fine,
I have no one that I endear,
And the opposite is a parallel line.
I'm tired of myself,
I'm someone I can't stand,
People say to connect to oneself,
But I'm mostly fucking bland.
If I'm nothing special,
And I won't do a thing,
I might as well be an apothecial,
Doing so much yet nothing.
It would be easier to take the gun,
And just point it at my head,
The other kids would have less fun,
If they knew they got me dead.
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ŞiirThis 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
