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Useless Keeping what I have inside to hide my true self for others to benefit without throwing a fit 'cause I'm useless and getting sick of it.... useless is a new feeling like an empty thought revealing to people that I am less then them to make them feel good about themselves... high on their pedestal like trophies on shelves earned by greatness I don't even have a medal...though I'd settle for pats on the shoulder...Or smart *** commendings... but I am pen feels my pain...but i remain my strong witted ordain.... sleep the same and stay a sucker in the life game... i am useless like a marine without a gun...nothing to show for my gain... closer to my own head fame....RUN!... I wear my war face outside to hide my battling pain inside.... bite my tongue and take the strikes of a tongue lashing being insulted destroying my strive driven pride...intelligence...I seem not to possess my heart is filled with stress hanging my head in shame wearing a hood to hide my face for I am useless...and I'm to blame cause I let it happen...I am useless and show that I cannot be counted on...but I struggle strong and will 'til my life is gone...invisible head can no longer hang...dang...what am I to do's a damn shame...but I am to blame...I am useless like a gun without a I mature much older my shoulder becomes brittle...mind shrinks little...hop becomes a wiggle..shakes become worst.....useless like dirt I am walked on looked upon like I'm incompetent...but I am content at being steak to someone with no teeth...eyes open to disbelief...for a brief second...listen to me when I am useless By: Peter T DeSpirito

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