I'm horrible I'm mean I'm depressed I'm stupid thats what they say
But they dont know how I feel all day
No ones there I always take the blame
People only see my shame
I try my best to do the right thing believe me
But they dont make it any easier trying to be all friendly
But I'm horrible I'm mean I'm depressed I'm stupid thats what they say
And I know that I'm not okay
I need help I know I do
But there is no one who will be true
To really listen and not say a word
Who wont grow tired of me or get bored
I'm horrible I'm mean I'm depressed I'm stupid thats what they say
And they are all right I am what they say
I'm the worst no one believes in me anymore I've let down everyone
Now look who I am at this person I've become
Just to cheer you up out of your obvious downer, this piece with a little tweaking could be turned into i think a quite fantastic Triolet.
The Triolet is one of the hardest forms of poetry to attempt but i think you could turn this piece right around
from the standard teenage angst(and i don"t belittle your feelings believe me) in to a brammer of a poem.
Just have a think about trying it as the frame work is definitely there believe me, other wise i say well done in getting your true feelings down.
I don"t usually go for this type of poem as they are really too personal and i don"t mean that in a hard hearted way, it is just that poetry should be interesting to me the reader not you the Author.
Anyhows all the best for the future and maybe, just maybe you will publish a Triolet!
Enjoyed, cheers.
I was moved by this poem.
I read mostly all of your work.
I think you shldnt be discouraged or
too bothered because you seem like an awesome young lady. Maybe you shld talk to a counselor at school. Back to your work it very good. I enjoyed reading it.
Email my anytime. Later