My life is but a slapstick comedy.
When I try to help, I am of no use.
Or, I make things worse.
Isn't it hilarious? Laugh.
Yet why do the tears keep
Streaming down my face,
As I am met with the continual
Realisation that,
In the end,
I'm worthless,
A joke?
YOU ARE READING
Haunted
PoesíaThis is probably going to be a compilation of poetry, if I ever update this again, that is.
