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.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
My family