This is the poem
you'll wish you never read
the one that speaks the truth
the one you'll never forget
it's a song of its own
made up of broken words
never to be heard
i'm so sick of all the rhymes
and the little clever sayings
that people think are great
and give all the credit
these are the words
that will hurt you down inside
everyone always walking and talking like they know
when all they ever knew
was dirty oil and water
while i'm sitting here
in this stone cold room
starving and ill
and all alone
with who you thought were my friends
and maybe someday
you will notice the tears
that have engraved a blank scar
on the left side of my face
and you'll notice the pain
oh so plain
look i made a rhyme
maybe youll actually rate this a five
i know i said i was through
but actually i lied
but actually you were right..
there is a rhythm in my head
that no one else hear
that go along with these words
that no one will ever read
this is my final request
will you look at me
and tell me
that i just
belong.
