I'm not a likeable person.
I annoy. I get annoyed.
I grimace. I cringe
I'm loud. I yell
I get frustrated. I get mad.
I'm uncomfortable. I'm quiet.
I'm nice. I'm mean.
I get tired. I tire.
I go insane. I talk too much.
I'm dependent. I'm obsessive.
I'm stubborn. I'm weak.
I know these things. I try to fix them. I'm not a likeable person.
But that's okay.
YOU ARE READING
Wasteland
PoetryThings you'd throw in the garbage. In a wasteland. To rip until death. And that's okay.