I've always wanted to be a part of something,
But every single time I feel I am,
Something happens,
That just reminds me that I am nothing,
I mean nothing to these people.
I've always been good at one thing,
Feeling guilt,
Placing all blame on me,
Having an inability to blame others.
I am the pushover.
They know I'll never challenge them,
Even when I tell them something,
I don't stand up for myself,
And something I tried to keep from occuring,
Happens because I don't stand up for my own point.
Even though they heard,
They didn't listen,
Incidents happen,
And I place all guilt on me.
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Just A Mess
شِعرI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
