It’s a little rusty but as cliche as it sounds, it came from the heart. I don’t really like writing poems because I want to become a novelist and enjoy longer stories. Enjoy, through.
I try so much,
I try to be a better person,
I try to be okay,
But why doesn’t nobody see that?
Is life worth living,
If what others see me as a monster?
Am I really that dislikable?
I’m done trying.