I Get Depressed and Write a Poem About How Much I Suck

Oy vey.


I'd like to point out a typo in this picture....anyways..

that's how I was feeling about my life, and since writing this poem I really don't feel any better, but I figured I ought to make a post, so this is what happened. 

If someone steals this poem I will find hunt them down and cruelly dismember them.
 this is the last person who tried to steal stuff I really care about

Lament of the Mediocre

            Kayleigh McKay

 

Scribbling,

Fiddling,

Waiting.

 

Life is made up of these

Moments of nothingness—

Stagnation

 

Dreams decay before your eyes

Or rather,

You see them for what they are—

 

Scribbles, just to pass the time,

A fog that hides you from yourself

From your own eyes,

 

Lest they see your inadequacy,

Mediocrity, Inability

To pick yourself up and move!

 

Your existence is futile,

You squander your own potential

Out of sheer laziness.

 

But do not despair,

People like us fill the world,

We are its base—

 

We provide the step-ladder for those

Who are willing to sacrifice

And are brave enough to try.

 

Without those who are dull

How would the stars ever shine?