Book of Poetries

[17]

Why am i even born
When all my life ive been in a thorn
Prickled with needle like thorns
Grasping for hope like a broken horn

Why does no one understand me
Why can someone just flee so easily
Why can they leave normally
And why do i accept them whole heartedly

Im this little dimwit attention seeker
Everyone said, im totally a sucker
My living has become like a movie theater
One big show and everyone is here

Then after they all left whispering
A few stayed to help and clean laughing
laughing at how i was great, then mocking
Mocking that it is all fake i start rumbling

Pain strucks like a hundr- thousand knives
Slowly killing one life
And after i was cleaned and right
I was left alone again in a dark fight.