Poetic Problem Book I

I'm Not Like You

I walk and talk like a machine.

You'll never know just what I mean-

I speak in tongue

What I write is all in good fun.

I am simply difficult

But though you say it's how I was raised-

Well what I do is my fault

Though I grew in my parent's rage.

I don't serve a living purpose

But I have no reason to die and the ones I make up are forsacine-

Do I not serve purpose?

Not yet...

But I will soon

Weather it be here or somewhere else-

inpell me with life's harpoon.

Stab straight through the heart

Let my world go dark...

I will lay in my grave

Such a smile you saved

For I know I am different.

Let me rest in my bed

With happy end

For I am dead.

I am finished in the world I did not belong

Oh sing my poems as memories-

Sing my poems and remember me.

-Karina Sabo

January 7, 2019