string, an unconventional
Look at me,
tell me who I am,
tell me what I'm living for,
I've forgotten, again,
this just keeps happening,
it'll never end, I have to end
early, Never! I will go―Never!
I'll stay, till I'm plowed or eaten,
I'll stay, till the end, the very
last possible end, because life is beautiful,
and I want to see where this—
is going NOWHERE!
Idiotic, read my face!
Cut my lips,
picture, hell, Hell, HELL!
because that's where I'm going,
after I down this,
Wha― What— Have I done it?
Yet, because I'm so stupid!
I'm so WORTHLESSSSSS,
“Megan, you're always great,
no matter what you do, you're great,”
Coach tells me unprompted, or maybe he
saw my tears sparkling under the moonlight,
on the bus trip, when I was sure I'd commit
suicide, or maybe he heard them,
maybe they all heard them, when I had my headphones in,
and I was crying for HOURS— All I do is waste HOURS!
But I'm perfect! I have to get this done! I have to get this one
published! Bestseller, the world needs, nobody needs, me.