i **** at life i'm the worst at being alone i can't stand to be wrong i'm not good at lying i'm always touching something i shouldn't be when i think it takes too long
i'm just not up to par a notch below what is expected of me i push so hard to reach that bar but i am still not an acceptable human being
i don't understand the poems of mine that people like the most are the ones i hate i hate this poem, but its not the worst i dont know i'm getting oddly frustrated