22 years old and don't think i'll ever be married.

This poem means alto to me

Some days i set around the house
In my chair, and i think about why
It seems like no one cares.
I go to work everyday sack groceries,carry
Them out for people put them in there cars
Load up baskets ,and haul them in
10:30 at night i do the announcements
and turn off the lights.
I do that every day just for a little amount
Of pay.At 11:00pm I go home i stay my mind wonders.
When am i ever going to get a girlfriend.
When will my car get fixed .
When will i get a better job.
When will i quit thinking everybody hates
Me because of the scars on my face.
Why am i the only person without anything
Some people say that I'll find that special
Someone.As they say but I'm 20 years old
A virgin with no car, no life so how can i
ever get married.

Seth Adam Rowley