Repackaged Trash Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Past ordeals,
In constant conversation.
Wounded pride,
Creating emotional devastation.
Sleepless nights.
Seeking sympathy.
Unable to move on believing...
Your life lived is not meant to be.
And getting pissed off,
When long lost friends...
Seem to live happily.

Do this...
Look yourself in the mirror.
Lock your eyes upon your image fast.
And ask...
'Am I worth more than repackaged trash? '

Now,
IF you should get,
A negative response?
You have a choice to slit your wrists.
Or,
Admit it quick with added common sense...
You just have too much time on your hands!
With a need to be less self involved.
Only then will all of your concerns,
Be immediately solved!