Why Bother?

I bust my ass and all I do is fail.

All my hard work comes to no avail.

I don’t know why I bother to try.

Is this how my life’s gonna be till I die?

I don’t know why I can’t cut the mold.

It’s always “You’re too young.” or “You’re too old.”

It’s like nobody can see, all the potential in me.

It’s like they always try to tell me what I can and can’t be.

Why doesn’t hard work mean anything anymore?

Why does everyone respect you if you’re a whore?

So I’ll bow my head and turn away,

I will not fight another day.

I’m givin up, I’m givin in.

There’s no atonement for this sin.

Why try to fight what I can’t win?

I’m all tied up, I’m all penned in.

Why drag this shit out any farther?

Man…Why should I even bother?

A/N: So I wrote this when life pretty much suck and I still think it’s a good poem. R/R and lemme know what ya think. Laters!!

Sexy Sammy

Love, Luck, and Lollypops ;)