Shit rant poems

I Don't// She, Me, Baby

I don't have a voice

Or money

Or memories

Or tears

That I can let fall

So lets look

At what I do have

Its not much

If we're talking about whats important

Its just stuff

J
U
S
T

Stuff

Shit

Shit that I

Don't need

Shit

That I

Don't want

Shit

That I

Don't use

And

Don't even try to look further

Because

I'm just fucked up secrets

And tears that well up inside

But can't make their way out

Because I don't fucking know how to cry

I'm a sociopathic mentally unstable piece of shit

Unable to make changes

Or breach social riffs

I'm just a baby

Who barely learnt to walk

At nine months

And have just

S t u m b l e d

Around since

Bumping into shit

And breaking whats

Her own

Like relationships

Like memories

Because

Shes just a silent baby

With obvious discontent

& so many issues

Though they are incommunicable

Thoroughly and entirely

To one and all

But still

She tries to glimmer in the spotlight

In most social situations

And unashamedly loves attention

Good, bad or embarrassing

I guess

She

Me

I'm

Just a baby

Shallow

&

Struggling to learn