I suck
Each is a new day,
yet everything is always the same.
No friends,
or nights out,
or fun.
I then look to myself
and see,
I suck.
I am the reason for my struggle.
I am the reason for my boredom.
but how can i be better?
Try
Now I try to be better.
A journey
all alone
To find myself.
Discover who I was meant to be all along.
A child of God,
and a voice of reason.
I discovered a person,
someone new,
who I really like.
I am
smart,
funny,
open.
In ways I never knew before.
This poem is about:
Me