Treasure Island

Steven Harris


Me, I Think


I'm shy, extremely
A little bit lazy
'Stupid'
Uneducated
Drunkard
Abit of an outcast
I don't like to dance
I like pubs
Music
Films
Writing
It's all good to me.

People annoy me easy
I'm not listened to at all
I like to think about things
I'd rather do nothing
Whatever i say is considered wrong
Thats because i'm 'stupid'.

I don't say anything
I don't speak to many people
I like to sleep
I like to read
I prefer to watch t.v.

This might be me
I think anyway
I also know i'm judged alot
And i don't care
This is also the most
Boring thing i've ever written.

Is this good enough for
You
Have I told you everything
Do you want to know more
Well i'm done
Finished with your questions
Goodbye.

Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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