Abdimajid Abdisamed

What Is My Fault? - Poem by Abdimajid Abdisamed

My life, though painfully short, is lost
Like the grass buried beneath the frost
Forgotten is my sorry soul
Gone ‘fore I could reach my goal
I bet your wondering what wrong I’ve done
All the careers to choose, I have none
My resume is a big pile of crap
I can’t even turn my feeling into rap
I have no hobbies to pass the time
Unless you count this useless rhyme
All my friends say they care
When I need them, they aren’t there
At first I thought my life was good
I did my best, everything I could
By all my teachers, I’ve been reprimanded
With all the bad grades I have landed
Looking into the future I can see
A homeless man is the best I can be
At basketball I thought I was a pro
My playing skill is lower than low
I’m good for nothing; they know I suck
I asked God for a better life, no such luck
My eyes are swelling; I’m about to cry
Is this the way that I will die?
I’ve lived too long, with nothing to show
When I’m gone, even mom won’t know
I’m in depression; I’m haunted by trauma
By the fact my life’s a melodrama
Write my life story and publish my bit
Only an emo would like to read it
My life is something you can appreciate
I’ll prove you wrong, just you wait

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

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