| Home Just In Communities Forums Beta Readers Dictionary Search | Login Register Extras |
I push people away all the time
Maybe it’s because I can’t trust them
Maybe I don’t feel appreciated by them
Or it could simply mean I want to be alone
They make jokes about me all the time
I feel like I just want to punch them in the face
Leave me alone, we’re not friends anymore
You don’t know me, and you never will!
Why people do the things they do I’ll never understand
Why they choose to hurt each other
To make irregulars feel alone and hate
I once felt as though I was bridge between the two
I’ve never been made fun of heavily
Even though I fit characters of people who are
Fat, weird, and does well in school
Well even though I was never made fun of, I still felt isolated from my peers
I use to be smart
I use to be someone
I’m a has been
I’m washed up
I figure, if I am nothing, I must have always been nothing
Nothing can be made into nothing, it always was what it is
Where did all my intelligence go? How did it all disappear?
Why have I become more awkward around people I’ve known for years?
I use to enjoy writing, I use to take pride in it
But even writing this has not impressed me
Is this poetry at all, or just my way of telling everyone I’m depressed?
Either way, I need some change
Being intelligent use to come so easily for me
Why did it all change? Did the idiot box finally get to me?
Could I really have become as dumb as I think I am?
Why have I changed so rapidly.
The material isn’t hard
I could ace it if I wanted to
I just don’t try
I have no will
I don’t feel like succeeding
I don’t want to argue with other people about their opinions.
I don’t know why I’m so reserved
Maybe I’m afraid of being hurt
They always told me I could give so much to this world
But I don’t do anything
I just sit back
And watch my life fly by failing at it.
I’m like an emo song
I just whine and complain like a teenager
I’m special? No not really
Maybe I’ll grow up someday
I play my games
And eat my food
And watch my anime
In my room
I don’t have a tan
I don’t get enough sleep
I’m a sensitive kid
And I haven’t ha d a girlfriend in over a year
If you want to give me advice, go ahead
Because I could sure use it
This poem has been something different
This is my intervention.