This is a poem about my angst
Cuz my life is such a drag
Usually my poems don't even rhyme
My life is like a pair of boobs that, uh, sag
There! see I can drag myself out of this note of pity
To make both a rhyme and a simile that was shitty
I sit around in the dark and cry a lot
Cuz I just don't get the fact that I'm hot
But no one understands my pain
So I'll go write about crying again
Every now and then I'm have psychotic fits
You don't want to be around when one of those hits
I'll cry you a river, then sing you a song
And you'll drown in my tears, and I'll cry cuz you're gone
Because no one understands my inner pain
So I'll go sit out in the dark and the rain
Sadness! Hate! Black! Black! Black!
Shit, I think I started another attack
I'll never get better, there's no one to hold
My life is like some bread with mold
Doesn't it make you feel sorry for me?
Man, the things I do to get pity
This poem is horrible, I can't make it stop
So I guess I'll go jump off of some steep, long drop
- Holly Schafer
