1...2...3...50...
i count and i count... naming a hundred friends.
but as i sit there. really. who will be there till the very end?
who is my friend, cause its convenient or nice?
what attributes do i bring...
what's the point of this?
why should you want to be my friend?
as frowns frequent my face... more than some glowing grin.
as irresponsible and unreliable as i can be.
why take a chance, take a chance on me?
as i rant and i rant,
stress radiating from my soul.
pathetic and hopeless...
all i seem to be anymore.
am i a good person?
have i always been? or not?
whats so great about me?
cause right now im not seeing
any characteristic ID want.
3 comments:
I like this. =D Your recent poems are good, it's good to change it up a bit. I get what you're saying. It reminds me of the whole" treat others how you want to be treated" lesson but friendship wise.
I think you should name this batch of poems "High School." Just kidding. But seriously, it's nice to see this from you, since usually your poetry is so light and carefree.
ahh! thats usually because overall... i was happy and carefree! now... life is just. exactly how i described it... maybe worsee?!
and thankk you bothh! i lovee you guys!
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