I **** at writing Poetry.
I **** at being me.
I **** at everything I do.
I’m a disaster…

I can’t walk without falling.
I can’t drink without spilling.
I can’t talk without stuttering.
I’m a freak…

I don’t do well academically.
I don’t do well physically.
I don’t do well emotionally.
I’m a failure…
Not to mention I’m mean,
And also moody,
And a wee bit mental too.
I’m weird.

Nobody remembers me.
Nowhere I go is ever home.
Nothing I do is ever good.
Yes, I’m a socio path…

But I have a good heart,
And I’m also a good listener,
and I’m also not a bragger.
So I’ll shut up now.