I want to run away.
Run to somewhere far.
Where nobody can get mad at me,
Where I can’t mess up.
I am looking for a room,
An empty room.
That is dark and has padded walls,
So I can think and realize I’m nothing at all.
I always say the wrong things
At the wrong time.
I get screamed at for not knowing,
But it wasn’t my fault.
I know I’m nothing at all,
Crying is my hobby.
Looking at myself is my favorite thing to do,
And making people hate me is my job.
I stand in front of that mirror on my wall
Realizing I am nothing at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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