Austin Moore

Rookie (August 18th,1994 / Calgary)

My Life - Poem by Austin Moore

I hang my head low, hair drenched in shame
My mind can’t forget this person; this name
How sad it is to watch the tables turn
This uncountable number, undesired yearn
It feels like my whole body’s a bruise
Why can't I be the one that you choose

Your good enough for me, aren’t I good enough for you?
I think from the start I subconsciously knew
You would never pick me, nobody does
I’ll live in solitude, lonely because
I wasn’t good enough, what can I change
I know that sometimes I'm quiet and strange
I’ll live my life; from beginning to end
With the wounds you gave me, the wounds that won’t mend

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 14, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 28, 2010

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