Tired of peeps laughing sneering at me
Their critisim hurts why can’t they see
Tired I can’t do ever do enough
However hard I try to do stuff
Tired of being bottom of the pile
I’d love to be valued once in a while
Tired of people hitting out at me
It hurts so much cant they see
Tired of living this useless life I have
I’m tired of being everyone’s second best
Why can’t I be considered as important as the rest?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well Micron...you are as important as the rest of us on here...your poetry is excellent so that's a start isn't it? ....10...Fi