I tried to write you a poem,
To tell you what I feel,
I think that I'm a loser,
And nothing else is real.
I thought that maybe you'd like to know,
Things aren't going so well,
I'm feeling a little bit down in the dumps,
In short,my life is hell.
My grades at school are appalling,
I think maybe it's cos of me,
I don't really think I'm doing my best,
So I gave up trying you see.

I wrote around 3 essays,
I wrote them in my blood,it wasn't easy,
I put my soul into those words,
But I only got a B.
So why am I sitting here right now?
Typing away from my heart,
And I can't even write.

I'm thinking,
"Why do I bother stringing the words if no-one ever reads them,
Why do you bother trying when all you're heading for is the dole?
Why do you keep on crying when you fail yet again...?
Can't you just accept that you're useless?"

Yeah thats what's going on right now,
I hope the message was clear,
So watch this space when I'm 23,
And scanning in your shopping,
Watch for the tear...


 
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