Poetry of My Own

Dying To Be Me

I think I was born before my time.

I never seem to fit in at all.

Was I uninteresting? Was I strange?

I guess I'll never know

All these girls with hypocritical mentality.

Judging by looks, why not personality?

Because your all that it must be hard to accept others!

I wish somehow these walls would break, releasing the inner me.

Sadly I'm stuck in a world where brains are stupid and round arses are brilliant.

I'll never understand why I'm here,

But as the seconds,minutes,hours,days,weeks,months and years go by I continue to die for wanting to be ME.