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Keeping what I have inside to hide my true self for others to benefit without throwing a fit

'cause I'm useless and getting sick of it...

useless is a new feeling like an empty thought revealing to people that I am less than them...and to make them feel good about themselves...

high on their pedestal like trophies on shelves earned by greatness I don't even have a medal...

though I'd settle for pats on the shoulder...Or smart *** commendings....but I am useless..

my pen feels my pain....but I remain my strong witted ordain...sleep the same and stay a sucker in the love game...

I am useless like a soldier without a gun...

nothing to show for my gain closer to my own head fame....RUN!!!...

I wear my war face outside to hide my battling pain inside...bite my tongue and take the strikes of a tongue lashing being insulted destroying my strive driven pride

intelligence I seem not to possess...my heart is filled with stress....hanging my head in shame wearing a hood to hide my face for I am useless...and I'm to blame...cause I let it happen...

I am useless and show that I cannot be counted on...but I struggle strong and will 'til my life is gone...

invisible gun..BANG....my head can no longer hang...dang...what to do now...it's a **** shame...but I am to blame...

I am useless like a gun without a soldier...as I mature much older my shoulder becomes brittle...mind shrinks little...hop becomes a wiggle..shakes become worst

useless like liverwurst...

like dirt I am walked on looked upon like I'm incompetent...

but I am content at being useless like steak to someone with no teeth...eyes open to disbelief for a brief second...listen to me when I am useless...

By: Peter T. DeSpirito December 23, 2011
Depression makes you feel different things...
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