just a poem that i wrote when i realized that people dislike me because dont give up. |
Im nothing but a shadow, A forgotten dream, A mindless bufoon. Always tripping over my words, No special skills, An endless list of wills, not to many won'ts. Ill do almost anything, They loved me for who I was, now they hate for who I am. I have'nt changed, they have. No longer is self sufficiency a good skill, Now when I need it most. They used to walk all over me so I grew up, Now they look down on me, Can’t stand someone better than them, They used to write, so I learned and now they don’t. They read romance novels, I won't. They simply cant stand my skills. They thought they knew how to survive in the woods. I live in the woods.* They know when to quit. I won't, not if I get hit. They hate me for my skills. No longer is self sufficiency a good skill. Not when I need it most. They thought a mile was a lot, So I ran two. They ran two and a half, I ran three. They quit they’re, I didn’t. Now they hate my athleticism, They may have wisdom from they're years. I got more with my ears. They finally gave up and started sprouting tears. After 16 years of going I quit. Now that self sufficiency is a good thing. now that im no longer getting hit Now that I need it most. * using living as a term to enjoying your survival,/existence. and woods as just a term of the forests and not civilization. |