My lil poem
I wasn’t made for all this, my weak bones lay feebly in my old stained mattress aching to move but begging to rest, what’s the point of living a life where you do nothing but sit and wait for the next day or someone to finally need you for something, I used to be needed and wanted, I used to have hopes and expectations and a future, I used to be useful but then I just sank, my body that I once loved grew into a big pile of fat that I cover up with makeup and baggy clothes so that maybe I can forget for a little while how much it bothers me, my hair that used to be a silky golden brown now dead and patchy from layers of hair dye, my arms and legs that bring me where I need to go and keep me clean and fed are covered with scars and imperfections, like a tiger but without it’s beauty so I’m doomed to be watched and gawked at by every passer Byer that I come across because all they see is all I’ll ever be. Useless.