You know, there are a million (at least)
Kids who think they're unique and write about what they have
In their unoriginal, merely subsisting minds;
uneven, unfinished, thoughts on blue lines.
People just don't get that their lives are, well,
theirs. If they want, they can. Nobody else cares.
I'm sick and I'm tired
Fed up with this ****
Surviving on adrenaline,
Sleep and my wit.
I didn't sign up for this,
And when I came in,
I didn't like it,
Not one little bit.
Now I'm just sitting,
Waiting for something
I can't put my finger on,
Staring out the window
Tracing shapes in the
Lawn and I'm so sick and tired
I can't even rhyme
This entire little rant
Was just a waste of my time.