Shitty Poem, written quick
Looking for some real great trick
To let me escape this stress
I think I need a recess
But from what? I ask this now
Here, as I furrow my brow
The pressure that haunts me still?
Let it go, look for a thrill.
I don’t do that, can’t do that
Man I’m just being a brat…
Expectations are too great
I could’ve been some inmate
But no! Doctor was my dream
Dreams I stole form other’s schemes
Fooled by my pride, to believe
it’d be easy to achieve
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Oh gawd what have I done here
Have nowhere to turn but beer
Family watching every move
So now I’m forced to behoove
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Curse my life, the way I’m stuck
Trapped in these expectations
Too weak for declarations
Can’t escape the mental web
Hopeful time will make it ebb
However, that seems quite wrong
My torture seems to prolong
Everyday a gentle warning
That my life has no meaning
Cause the thing I want to do
Has bid me a soft adieu
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And it’s all my fault, you know
If I made no mistakes , doh
I’d be fine. Who needed friends?
Cause just look at these dead ends
It’s not like I’m happy now.
Submission Name: Shambles
