Hopeless Misfits: Poems

Have you

Have you ever sat in your room,
And tried your hardest not to move,
Because you don't want to hurt anything anymore.

Have you ever sat on your bed,
Because you didn't want to walk around,
And possibly get hurt?

Have you ever felt that way?
Like you do nothing but hurt another living thing.

So why should I stay?
To waste more paper on things that aren't great?
To waste paints,
To waste space,
To waste time,
To waste peoples idea of success?

Is that all I'm here to do?
Have you ever felt that way?