I suck

Each is a new day, 

yet everything is always the same. 

No friends, 

or nights out, 

or fun. 

I then look to myself

and see, 

I suck. 

I am the reason for my struggle. 

I am the reason for my boredom. 

but how can i be better?

Try

Now I try to be better. 

A journey 

all alone

To find myself. 

Discover who I was meant to be all along. 

A child of God, 

and a voice of reason. 

I discovered a person, 

someone new, 

who I really like. 

I am 

smart, 

funny, 

open. 

In ways I never knew before. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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