Sunday, October 19, 2008

Tenth Poem: Sick and Tired

I try so hard, but what's the use?
I'm sick and tired of the abuse
I get for everything I do and don't do.
I'm so through.
Why can't people take meseriously?
I feel like no one really likes me
They just pretend to make me feel good about myself.
I'm alone, there's no one else.
Why I can't I do anything right?
It's my hope that gets me through alright
Hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
But it never is.

This is a poem I wrote when my mom was mad at me. I was feeling pretty upset with myself at that point.

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