I hate my life,
Always stuck in a fight.
With nothing but our fists.
yet my eyes fog over with gory mist.
Throw a few punches here and there,
But i'm just shatteringa mirror.
Self-image destorying my youth,
Spewing sins out by mouth.
Maybe if I was skinnier,
Maybe if I was prettier.
Maybe if I had longer hair,
Maybe if I had manners more fair.
Maybe if I was not me,
People would love me enough to pay a fee.
Not a penny or a dollar,
Just a heart dressed in a white collar.
But I am me,
and the problem with that is I always flee.
Because I am me,
And I will always be.
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LIFE IN POETRY
PoetryDark, cruel & dry-humor. Three adjectives used to describe these poems, following me through my life. If a poem does not make sense, re-read with your mind open. Then if it still does not make sense, read my re-cap of the poem at the end. Enjoy r...
