Me - Poem by Patrick Enright
i look around and see people having fun
and ask myself why can't i have fun
or am i no fun at all
maybe thats why people don't want to be with me
i must be that boring and dull that people don't want to be with me
oh well thats their choice
its their loss
i' m not going to force myself upon them
who needs friends?
i' m fine being on my own
by myself with my thoughts
thinking about how pointless
my boring life is
this is me.
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