WHATEVER

I don’t know why I am writing this,

Don’t know why I am being a fool,

I don’t want to go, the option being hard to miss,

Still, I allow myself to be used as a tool.

This stanza holds no meaning for me,

As did the one, preceding this,

I do not have worthy thoughts to pen,

But the ones that one may count as shit.

They say I write good English, gosh!

I did not even realize when I wrote anything,

Never have my emotions betrayed me before,

I have been contained, unable to fly, like a bird without a wing!!!

Welcome to a word of madness and devilry,

My past holds ample amounts of both,

I am ashamed of my family and lineage,

I hate to be counted as one of them, without any worth.

It’s good we are isolated and distant from rest,

I hate their bloody gene, damn it!

The same blood runs in my veins,

I want to escape from that place of bullshit.

I know this poem does not make any sense,

I know my thoughts swayed towards the end,

Do not read it again if you think I am a fool,

Because, for you, whatever I am, I wont mend.