a while ago i used to feel useless and ugly and not worth anybody's time, which they used to get high and now out of my shell, of my cocoon a beautiful winged butterfly a smile thats a smirk, genuine happiness i feel and hell, im not even wearing teal and the cries and screams of selfishness i step over on my way to my heaven the industry, the time will be ten-eleven the song bursts forth and i erupt and i ask scornfully of a girl "do i really want that?" the fire is burning, im happy at your spurning because if you hadn't i'd never have found out the truth about the way i am so i look at you remember how you used to be too good for me? now im just too good for you to come and see so i scornfully watch as you get fat then she asks me and i sneer "as if i really want that" and i fly away.Birth sign: Aries
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