I'm not normal
Nor the perfect child
I talk back
I'm sometimes lazy and messy
And moody
I not only like boys I like girls
I have to hide the real me because my family is homophobic
I'm always afraid and sad
I'm a slob
I can't cook
I hate to clean
I'm not College material
I'm not beautiful
I'm young and naive
I'm colorful
I'm a loner
I'm careless
I don't have confidence
I hate myself
I don't have self respect
I usually wish I was dead
I love others but not myself
My friends are my family
But I don't have much friends
I'm negative
I'm not afraid to speak my mind
I can be selfish sometimes
I'm restless
I have my head in the clouds
I don'y get along with my mom
I can't be what everyone wants me to be
Because I'm a screw up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You don't seem like much of a screw up, everyone has problems, and everyone is a bit different from the person standing next to them. Great poetry, this is a very interesting bit. Beautiful writing.