not as good looking as Denzel she said i was ugly but then after telling her off, i thought well, that's just juggly not as rich as Gates not a dime to my name should have played football not enough to block the frame not as good as Bonds cant swing a 70-ounce bat this might be tough except nobody can swing that! and all my lovers eventually leave for reasons unknown my jealousy drove them away and it has now grown my fear of flying makes me a bitch why don't i just let go not beautiful, not rich, not smooth why not just end the show find a bottle of pills and swallow them all never live again but i remember the days the days of when that id like to forget days of lots of fights days of pretending to like girls days of sleepless nights and it will dominate me answered by my chatterbox im not good enough To catch chicken pox should i die and come back take that chance risk it all like mr.vance but something back then cost me all of my purity what was this evil substance?? I*N*S*E*C*U*R*I*T*Y
Reason for writing:
TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE LIKE ME
AND WE ALL CONSIDER SUICIDE
OR, OTHER STUPID CHOICES
EVEN THE MOST POPULAR PEOPLE WANT TO END IT ALL
Birth sign: Aries
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