i **** at life
i'm the worst at being alone
i can't stand to be wrong
i'm not good at lying
i'm always touching something i shouldn't be
when i think it takes too long
i'm just not up to par
a notch below
what is expected of me
i push so hard
to reach that bar
but i am still not an acceptable human being
i don't understand
the poems of mine that people like the most are the ones i hate
i hate this poem, but its not the worst
i dont know
i'm getting oddly frustrated