Let the first bird fly
What a bother  me to you.
Why do you look down upon me?
Why am I not good enough?
Not your definition of attractive.
I know
I'm actually diagnosed with depression.
It's real.
Not nice
Not fun.
No need to watch me
You'll  see it every day.
I am imperfect  
Not impressive
I ****
My poetry *****.
I know.
I wish I was dead.
I wish everything I touched would forgive me.
Those who love me lie to me.
How can you love someone so dead
But still breathes his foul air.
Don't examine me
I have nothing to  offer you.
I have love
No one wants it.
I have passion
No one chooses to see it.
Do not try to cheer me up.
It only makes me feel worse.
Let me drown in this sorrow.
I dont want to go on
No more
I do not cut
I do not hit walls
I do nothing with my anger
Really.
I don't
So
This
Is
My
Anger
Thanks for reading
This terrible poem