Poor Me

by Beautiful Chaos   Mar 16, 2008


Can't stand the truth
Poor little me
Please wrap it in sugar
Sting like a bee

Pain slicked with honey
Never quite real
No need to accept
What I don't want to feel

I'll pointlessly ask
What I already know
In hopes it might change
The truth that I sow

It won't be my fault
Although it's my choice
Unless I'm complaining
I won't find my voice

Weak is so easy
There's nothing to do
But lie to yourself
Be angry and stew

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  • 16 years ago

    by Lemma

    I like this but I don't think it's your best. I really like the idea behind it and the rhyme and flow are great, I just thought it could be a little longer. Maybe it's just me. What there is is great, and I think that the last stanza is a great way to round it off because it's like you're sitting there sulking. But I felt like there was something else that could be put in the middle. I'm not sure what, just something. Maybe something about the "truth that I sow" growing?

    Em xXx

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