cipherink

I’m my problem

 

I lack family.

I lack friends.

Nobody cares, I know.

Because if someone cared I’d know?

 

It still hurts every time I’m let down,

you’d think I’d be used to it by now?

It doesn’t matter that I don’t matter,

I’d just like to be someone who does.

 

I try to make friends and I’ll act all good.

I’ll try to be involved. 

But I’m never involved.

It’s dull not being special. 

 

I’ll be okay but I’m too shy to succeed,

It’s my own fault, probably smoke too much weed.

No, it’s my fault, my head, my problem.

I’m my problem.

 

Comments2

  • Lorna

    I like! Especially how the last lines work in each stanza.

    • cipherink

      Thank you so much!

    • SorrowfullyHappy

      to matter is to be used
      inside you is infused
      the lie you say yourself
      what matters is what lies in oneself

      • cipherink

        I appreciate this!

        • SorrowfullyHappy

          to matter you must first relies that you do matter to someone somewhere



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