Lonesome Sorrow Poem by Monique Kardashian

I have nothing,
But lost a fortune,
I'm my own companion
Venting my life dawn to dusk
Creating my own little show
To remodel into something so remarkable
Hoping and pleeding that someday I might just build up the ability to
Every night I cry into a weakfull doze
Must I admire thi-self to handle regection?
A fugitive character
In a puppet show of sorrow
Tied to a loose string
Reassuring on how much more angelic I am
To all of these duplicates
I repeat
The annihilation you have created into my soul
May your existence
Seek my oblivion to these wretched fools
And an end to their unsettled hatred
So I can get on with my life
Without tho clasping mentally.