Please listen, see
Emotions are not my strong suit
The problem goes all the way down to the root
I may be pretty, some say I’m cute
But more tend to know me as someone who’s rude
I hide behind jokes that come out somewhat lewd
When I try to be nice, my words get misconstrued
If I try to be eloquent, it just comes out crude
I’m sorry, I’m not trying to have an attitude,
But I’m hopeless and helpless and hapless to boot
I don’t know how to love, I won’t ever dispute
But it’s not my fault, my luck has been skewed
By people I’ve loved, but they used and abused
And now with fear and distrust I’m imbued
Thank you for listening, now please,
Don’t shoot

Help me, please, I can’t stop writing poems
I keep writing more, saying “this one’ll show ‘em”
I keep trying to get out all my emotions
As my heart’s just going through the motions

“Haven’t you put me through enough?”
My heart cries, though it’s grown tough
Putting pen to paper, reliving these thoughts
My mind’s twisted, my stomach’s in knots

But I have to, I think, to get it all out
And poems, I think, are a healthier route