To Myself
You are a
Worthless piece of shit
Who doesn't get a hint
Thinkin' that you repent
When all you did was reset
The time forward, expecting some respect--
Are you a fuckin' idiot?
You must be
Since you don't see
What lies beneath
You and the way you speak--
Honestly, what the hell do you want?
You mope
You whine
You think what others do is a crime
And even if it was, why the fuck you cry?
Well then, go ahead and waste yourself away
It's not like you're worth another person's pay.
This poem is about:
Me
My family