Confessions
By isa
Not a lot has gone right I keep on fucking up I hate the person I am I'm never on time because I never wake up No one is saticfied with me I never really fit in Cheated on boyfriends Where has my mind been? Always in the gutter Kisisng ass to my teachers Never got me very far Made out under the bleachers Never supported my schools They hated me anyhow Always came home late Mom was mad anyhow Skipped church every sunday But God did I confess Read all those self-help books Nothing helped me destress I faught with my mirror Cut my wrists to die I keep on fucking up To keep secrets I lie I hate this image in front of me I want to be someone else forever I'm just not that cleveri was inspired to write this poem after I heard that one song by Pink. I forgot what it was called but it was exactly how i felt. Written March 5th, 2002 © on Jul 05 2002 10:29 AM PST 20 • 0 • 12
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"Not a lot has gone right..."