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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I must say, this is pretty awesome! It reads like a song, and I certainly think it could be set to music. On that level, it works wonders. Good job!