gusty snow
No matter how much I try,
I'll never be proud of myself.
People tell me I have talent,
But they don't think about it.
I was never special or something like that.
I was just... there.
Existing in my own world,
Not caring about any word.
You'll never understand.
I don't love myself.
I can't, I won't, I wouldn't.
Why? Maybe because I feel like a burden.
I'm unlovable.
The way I act and talk is disgusting.
I feel like I should stop doing anything,
And just shut it.
And they all wonder why,
But think about the reason I cry:
I am not you, and you can't be me.
You're so much better than I could be.
You're the perfection, I'm the imperfection.
You can do anything,
And you can feel everything.
I can't do anything,
And I feel nothing but one thing.
I'm scared of my own mind.
I think things I don't believe,
And say things I never mean.
I feel like I have no meaning when I talk to somebody,
Surprised they didn't tell me to leave.
I get a headache everytime I think of it.
How can I tell them how I feel,
When I can't write any lyrics on the paper infront of me?
I don't know what to do anymore.
Should I cry, should I shout, or should I go?
I'll probably do nothing about it.
I'll just force it to go.
My poems are never good enough.
They never touch someones heart,
To make them feel what I talk.
Wish I could make someone see,
The way I'm about to let everything slip.
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