Summer Uchacz Poet Free verse

I Don'T Deserve

They all tell me I should be happy
Tell me that I should live my life
Not isolate or detach myself from the world
Not to down myself all the time
But I don't deserve happiness
I don't deserve to live life

They tell me I'm amazing or pretty
That I'm one of the best people they could've ever met
But I don't deserve those titles
I don't deserve to have friends
Who treat me greatly

They all say
Say that they will stay
They won't agree with what I think of myself
I don't deserve them

All in all 
I tell them
I'm ugly 
Annoying

Unreliable
Lousy
Stupid
Mean

But in the end 
They don't believe
That I don't deserve
Deserve to see
The life in front of me

I don't deserve
To be happy
Or to live
I deserve to be miserable at best

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William Crocker November 8, 2011 at 1:23 PM Summer,thanks for your response to my poem.I'm slow in replying cause i;ve been in the high desert cleansing my mind. I've read several of your poems and find them well written and interesting. The topic on this one bothers me .Either you're fishing for compliments to verify your self worth or you think God made a mistake. Neither is true .You are an excellent poet and a good person.I don't like you dissing that person.I love your work.Keep on the positive road.Crossfox

Robert Johnson October 31, 2011 at 11:18 AM This kind of write speaks of such blight. A desperate soul to find some light. Lost in confusion and loathful illusion. A life with hope to help her cope. If she stays alive, she will survive. To see God's plan he has for her. Then, no longer will life be a blurr.

John Aaron Green October 30, 2011 at 11:04 AM i sure love to read the emotion in the words that comes when a poet writes,,,it takes me away to a land where words are life,,,,words can be life or death in our world,,,they can love and hate,,,and we write them never knowing how much meaning that they reay have,,,wonderful write my friend....

Jslambert Mister Roboto October 24, 2011 at 3:50 AM You have dug deep within the hells of your blood to write this piece...x-cellent!