I wrote this poem and..uh..yeah! Some of my friends who i showed it to said it was pretty deep, and when i wrote this i had trouble coming to terms with some things. But right now don't worry about me! I'm okay...for now. This is what i wrote-
I'm no good with a ball,
Or a tube of lip gloss,
That's probably why I'm not noticed at all.
To whom reads,
Boys don't stare at a goth with low self-esteem walking down the hall,
Their much to intrigued with girls whose waists are so small.
To whom it reads,
I'm just layers of blubber,
Not out of steel.
The pain i feel is quiet real.
Tears that well my eyes burn a clog in my throat,
I drown under the weight of my mistakes,
There just isn't enough glue to fix what i break.
I want to better myself,
But there are things that drag me down,
Until I'm in my room with the music oh so loud.
I break my promises,
Be it to do dishes or write a simple chapter,
Nothing to you,
But so far it's all my life is after.
But with this poem i made for you not to worry,
Just to tell you I'm hurting.
