Sometimes i feel like the lowest of the low. I feel like I am a plague and that's only me being vague.
Why is it so hard to love oneself? So I disregard who i am to find me in someone else. I look for it in girls who are not too sure of themself. Now we are just two people looking for ourselves in someone else.
That never got me anywhere. Now i am a man too scared to look in the mirror for the fear of not knowing myself.
i try to give myself words of advice, but it just doesn't suffice! What am i seeking for? It feels like there is something missing in the deepest level of my core.
Why am i so uneasy? i want love, fame, attention. But how can i get that if i am not willing to give it to myself? What the fuck am i doing? I need to get my true self off of that dusty shelf.
i feel like I am not loveable. i am stuck at the fork in the road. What would Jesus do?
i feel like I am being swirled around in life by a raging typhoon. Sometimes i wish life was fake, like those Saturday morning cartoons.
i am trying to express how I feel in this poem, but it feels like i am not bringing what i want to say home.
i hate myself somedays! And they say when life get hard, all we have to do is pray. i can't lie I felt lonely today. I felt the cold hand's of loneliness bringing me down to a slippery grave.
i wanted to feel accepted. loved, appreciated. I felt not wanted, rejected, undervalued.
i still feel it tugging at me. ''Yo, you're not enough.'' That's what that slimy voice is saying to me... And sadly I believe it.
Oh, drive me down to the bottom of that pit! i don't think my heart can take another hit. i am a man on the verge of being broken or maybe i already am.
''Who the hell do you think I am?'' words from Kamina. i am a nobody; a loser. i feel as small as a PT Cruiser.
i am a broken man and these are my chronicles.