Why Is It?

Why Is It?

I am never good enough for people

I'm always kicked to the curb,

Talked down upon,

And left out.

Sometimes, I can't even lie 

I asked for God to let me die

C'mon now pull that trigger 

But i guess he knows things will get better 

just for me 

I want you to close your mouth and let me speak

im tired of everybody 

talking about me 

guess i must be that important 

cause im always the topic of your conversation

yep im out here doing bigger and better things 

so keep on talking 

about my baad self 

you wanna be me 

enjoy it while it last

but, only in your dreams 

sweet dreams baby, 

have a good sleep

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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