As aesthetic as he is athletic, pathetic. Smug, pug ugly mug. Slight of frame and slight of brain. Deaf and dumb and blind and dull of mind. Meek, a geek and a freak, a dork and a nerd. They're only words, they're only true.
Not meant to be taken too seriously. I'm not really that down on myself just a bit of tongue-in-cheek self deprecation.
i never had the chance to say goodbye. i didn't even know she was going to leave leave me here to deal with her problems. it seemed selfish at the moment incompetent rude. i couldn't understand the reason she left like this. i couldn't comprehend it; i was frustrated. why? why'd she have to go without a word? why'd she leave as if to think i'd be okay with this? it always brings me to tears just trying to remember her when i can't. i can't remember how she smiled how she laughed how she talked how she used to be before she became me. the me i am now, today, and forever more. the me that was influenced by those who are insufferable. a selfish, ugly, good for nothing ******* who can barely hold herself together. i want her to come back. i want to be happy again. but what's the point of wanting something that has already ceased to exist?
just my first poem and obviously it's full of teen angst haha
i see love and light and cringe at its generic quality, all the same all beautiful and endearing and encouraging and i can't help but feel the cynic in me laughing at the mawkish displays and efforts and at my own generic skepticism
just one charming quality of my self deprecating form of narcissism
just writing out of boredom, too tired to put forth much effort, but too bored to leave it be.
people are prone to telling me the same joke over and over again though the only thing that i find funny is that i can't remember its punchline maybe it's because i try so hard to forget what i've become.