I'm not even sure if this deserves a title
this is simply poetry not someone's idol
but it's vital that I get my feelings down onto this page
before my head splits in half from this self imposed rage

Question, have you ever been sick of being yourself?
like you don't know what it is but you never felt good enough, never happy enough,
always said that the heart is the poor man's wealth
in that case I need a return on my investment because mines gathering dust on the shelf

I've always been plan B never number 1
it's like getting smacked in the head with an empty gun
or being the moon instead of someone's sun
everyone says "Youll find somebody to love"


but my loneliness is burning my head and it's splitting my heart
can I help it? I don't like people but I hate being alone like an old ****.....