It's all for attention.
There's nothing wrong.
I'm just not okay with my part in the background.
You say you're my friend but I've never had one and never will.
I've never had a birthday.
I've never been born or died.
I'm just a background character for when you don't have your friends around.
I'm whiny and a bitch about it.
And I act like I have a personality.
When I am as close to blank as you can see.
I have no hopes.
No dreams.
No friends.
No life.
No death.
No anything.
Nothing.
Just nothing.
I'm a corpse walking around.
I change to fit you.
I have no feelings.
Just emptiness.
If I didn't act like you, you would hate me.
Then again who doesn't?
I am a shallow attention whore with no personality.
I'm a mix of all of all your friends' personalities.
I am emotionless.
I am mindless.
I am hopeless
I am nothing
YOU ARE READING
It's a Sometimes thing
PoetryA collection of poems I've written that span over many years. They are pretty depressive so please read with caution.