Looking at my peers today, and all I see is pointless talking,
People think I have potential, they say I'm the one I'm blocking,
They don't understand that when I get bored, I'm clocking out,
Little failures stocking up, except it's me they're knocking down.
I know for sure I've done it, but I'm not saying that I've done it right,
So there's a chance that's why I'm stuck laying awake at night,
People don't intend some things, that doesn't mean that they won't hurt,
Hanging out with buddies, how come they make me wonder what I'm worth?
Family can't stand me, but they still wonder what I do,
Can't you tell? I'm writing just to get my life away from you,
This writing's mediocre, feel like I'm running out of time,
Been writing non-stop for years, when will it be my final line?
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly, Me.
Poetry" I can lie just like they tell me, or I can break this crazy spell/ I can fake my way to heaven, or take my sorry ass to hell, " -Yours Truly, Me.
