I'M A Loser Poem by Christian Rivera

I'm a loser
I'm a creep
I'm a monster
I'm a freak
I'm whatever you want me to be

I'm a brain
I'm a tool
I'm a waste
I'm a fool
I'm whatever does it for you

I'm armed with low self-esteem
I'm tired of applying to others' needs
I'm gone from all sense of sanity
I'm ready to blow off some steam

I'm a judge
I'm a jury
I'm a gun
I'm in a hurry
I'm the last thing they see as their vision goes blurry

I'm a friend
I'm a flier
I'm a message sent
I'm a funeral pyre
I'm whatever it takes to get higher