Worthless

[Psimon]

Worthless

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My turn to feel this way.

To hate what I've become

or what I've been all along.

A pack of lies and deceit.

 

Just another nail in the coffin

of the pathetic collection

of moments that make up my life.

Just another rusty nail.

 

Caught in my own web of lies

and made to see just how sick

this life has become, my life.

Ownership is all I have of it.

 

Not control. Not even to be

a willing participant in it.

Just ownership. It's mine.

Whether I want it or not.

 

Right now, right at this moment,

I don't. Don't want any part

of what I am, of what I have become.

A liar. A cheat. No longer a man.

 

I don't want to own this.

This bag of rusty nails

to be hammered in one by one,

one by one into the coffin.

 

A coffin. Empty recepticle waiting

until it's filled to the brim

with death and decay. That's me.

I'm almost full. Better get hammering.

 

Can't face up to what I am, so I

run and hide. Down deep in my cave.

Don't have that much dignity anymore.

Want to hide how worthless I've become.

[autumn_sun]

=blinks slowly= Mmmmph....I like it...I'm very bad at critiquing things, especially poems...so I'll keep it short: It's good!

[whitenoise]

Very nice...very passionate. Your style is close to mine, so I appreciate it very much. I hope that if you are like me, then the feelings will fade and you'll get back to normal life...I'm pretty sure you don't like feeling like that (I don't).

 

Very nice.