Me
Poor little boys
Why don't they see
No one can survive
Spending time with me
Cause they try to be nice
But I'm on the defense
Mumbling to myself
Words that make no sense
They think I'm crazy
Sarcastic and bitter
I'm not a Barbie doll
Seasoned with glitter
When asked how I've been
I say "just fuckin' fine
What's it to ya anyway?
Come up with a new line"
Not sorry for who I am
Spaced out and strange
Guess I'm just a little dark
dysfunctionally, deranged
I know that I'm "forward"
That's what gets me in crap
I just get a little crancky
But I don't need a nap
I'm not your prissy princess
I know I'll never be
Kick your nuts in a second
Not sorry, that's just me
-The Dead Poet
Carpe Diem
by
DeadPoetposted on 04/16/2008
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