I should be happy
But I'm really not
I'm tired of feeling this way
Feeling nothing than bigger than a spot.
I've got feelings, too.
I may be quiet, I'm mostly mute.
That doesn't mean you can
Treat me like an idiot.
Just because I'm not a follower
And I choose not to be a skank
Doesn't mean you should mold me
To hate myself, just full of self-hate.
I guess I'm just too old-fashioned
I didn't realize having morals was a crime
I'll remind God to spank me
When I'm in heaven and the rest of the world is in Hell
I take that back
That's just not right
I'm just tired of feeling like
My thoughts are wrong.
©2001 S.A.L.
Writer's note:
I can't recall when I wrote this poem in 2001 but I was really depressed when I wrote it. I found it later during a happier moment and decided that I should post it.
