A very simple poem for a very simple topic. I decided this time to do something of a teenage angst poem in a way. Since I am one, I figured why not right something for my peers. And not all of those who are my age are my peers just a certain few groups in


Freaks And Losers


I am but an empty cell, completely disreguarded.
Can you forgive the emptiness you have caused?
I don't know about life but I do know how to live.
Take me as I come, and not for who I claim to be.
Because I never lived drowning in a pool of my own lies.
At least one of us has something to his name.
And to think that after all that we've been through,
to you I'm just another one of those freaks and losers.

Living day to day, and I haven't slept a wink.
Conversations of the day, are rotting far away.
I am all but numb, but I know how I should feel.
Crushed and tattered by the blows, and not a scar to show.
Because I never lived drowing in a pool of my own lies.
At least I haven't folded to their game.
And to think that after all that we've been through,
to you I'm just another one of those freaks and losers.




Poetry by Jeff
Read 591 times
Written on 2007-04-03 at 19:49

Tags Teens  Freaks  Losers 

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