I see the pain Has marked my face I am nothing If not a disgrace
The lines that I Have long drawn Make me tired And so I yawn
I look at all this mess There is no outcome And so I guess
This is just how it is Nothing else to this
But I hate that thought That these relationships Are simply for nought
I don't want to believe That this is true But that's how it seems Judging by the view
But maybe the view is wrong Maybe I need to look For a little bit longer And maybe the outlook will change
I long to be close To a human soul And have each other Truly know
The inner workings And the outer show But instead in my heart The distance will grow
I am unsure If its worth the risk I am not pure
Perhaps that is why Everyone will fly Away from me When they see Who I really am And my life is a sham I am not me Or who I want to be But i long to grow And to show The world all my work To let them all look What the demon took And see how I went on And continued living But yet no one know And so I am alone.
Random nothingness my poems seem to be getting worse and worse the more I write.