Random Slam

I’m weird and I admit,
That I’m tired of your shit,
Always putting me down,
Wishing I would drown,
Because I won’t bow down to you,
You want me to be through,
So you can rip me apart,
So I won’t be part,
Of the group that rules,
Of the chief fools,
Who are so hip,
That everyone else dips,
But me.




I didn't even remember I wrote this until I was looking through my documents, I can't do rhyming poetry I know, that's why I'm not posting one of the other poems I wrote.



Midnight Writer