Everybody knows my mind is a little twisted
Because I tried to hit a ball and then missed it
Something is rigorously wrong with my aim
But I still keep playing those goddamn games
You know that feeling of sheer disappointment?
When you shoot your shot and you fucking thought
You would be able to get that little ball in the goal
But the ball is differently oriented, not what you expected
"Live with it, you have got to adjust."
That's what everyone says we must
No, you fucking deal with it, with me
I'm not an it, I am a him and he
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The Words of an Angsty Teen
PoetryI think I contemplate too much I'm fairly certain I need a drink To kiss, to feel another's touch - This is a poetry collection of an angsty teen. It's that and nothing else. Original, I know. Side note: this poetry collection doesn't promote depr...
