ok so I read some comments on the last poem I submitted and it seemed like some people wanted to read more of my writting (I was the one who wrote “I wish…” and I finaly have a login name… so here goes… I wrote this one day I was down on my luck…
Perfection…
This world isn’t fair…
If you’re not a jock she doesn’t care…
I don’t have an ounce of luck…
Every chance I get I fuck up…
The T.V. paints a picture of perfection…
My life is going in the wrong direciton…
I asked her out for a date…
Then came along a simple twist of fate…
She said she only wanted to be freinds…
but thats nothing new…
you’re just like the rest…
Let me ask but just one question…
What is your idea of perfection?
Instead of not trying to offend me…
Why can’t you just say that I’m ugly?
Instead of living a false friendship…
Because I’m really sick of that shit…
If I were granted a wish today…
I’d wish for everyone to look the same…
Because in this world beauty is only skin deep…
Why didn’t you take the time to get to really know me?
You can’t now, because the time is gone…
God damn it, I waited so long…
Like I said… all my time is gone…
Girl I really hope you hear this one…
Because these words will be last…
Soon I’ll linger into the past…
Now that everything is said and done…
Aren’t you glad that I’m dead and gone?