Boo hoo hoo!
I cry and I moan and I whinge and I cry.
The world is against me so why should I try
to get up in the morning and put on a smile
and be better than this for even a while?
If I wash and I scrub, I'll still smell like me
and the smells, not the smell that I'd like it to be.
My skin's like a suit that some other guy wore,
it got crinkled up and was hung on the floor!
My innards want out but they cant find a way,
perhaps they'll be outards on some other day.
I creak when I bend and my wounds will not mend
and I feel like my body is nearing the end
but still I am here just as wrong as before
with a blunt empty feeling that there might be more
but I can't have it, as it's not for me.
It's for those that deserve it, for those that can be
productive and pretty and work hard and do well
its not for those with a smell like my smell.
Am i right? Am i wrong? does it matter a jot?
It feels like it does, I suspect it does not
Is my problem the world or is my problem me?
The world's not admitting it, so it must be.......ME!
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