Feeling like a waste
Of space
Of haste
Of taste
Wondering when
Again
I'll feel
Like a 10
Trying best
To rest
To keep stuff
Off my chest
But feel weak
And bleak
In a world
Mystique
One day
Ill lay
Away
And say
That I
Define
My own
Design
Till then
My friend
I need
to spend
Some time
In my mind
To rewind
to find
Where I fit
In this pit
Of self pity
And ****
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 2:32 PM UTC
Feeling like a waste
Of space
Of haste
Of taste
Wondering when
Again
I'll feel
Like a 10
Trying best
To rest
To keep stuff
Off my chest
But feel weak
And bleak
In a world
Mystique
One day
Ill lay
Away
And say
That I
Define
My own
Design
Till then
My friend
I need
to spend
Some time
In my mind
To rewind
to find
Where I fit
In this pit
Of self pity
And ****
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