Its nice being lonely,
Theres more that I see.
Good people; bad people,
Who don't notice me.
I'm content with alone,
Rather than friends made of stone,
I have fun on my own,
Why bother a phone?
I don't bother to try,
In the end, we'll just die,
If I leave, no one cries,
Not one painful goodbye.
Why need any friends?
They'll just leave in the end,
...So, why bother denying?
No one cares if I'm lying.
YOU ARE READING
Underachieving Poems
PoetryAn ambitious teenage girl with a lack of writing prowess tries poetry. Don't even bother.
