Myself (10-30-09) Poem by Kenneth Emerton

Myself (10-30-09)



I'm dark and disturbed and I like being alone
I stay in my room because it is my dome.
When I go to bed, I hope for nightmares,
So I can create a new story, though it is rare.

I am very creepy, I think very deeply,
when I've had a bad day I become weepy.
I live in a world, that is my own,
Where people are murdered and serial killers roam.

I don't speak quick enough, I almost had a girlfriend,
When he got her I felt like it was the end.
My life isn't terrible, though it isn't great,
But it will be terrible if things keep moving at this rate.

I guess I'll survive, though sometimes I feel dead,
I feel like I'm getting hit in the head.

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