Useless
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 ass commendings...
but I am useless...my 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 gun..BANG....my head can no longer hang...dang...what am I to do now...it's a damn shame...but I am to blame...I am useless like a gun without a soldier...as I mature much older my shoulder becomes brittle...mind shrinks little...hop becomes a wiggle..shakes become worst.....useless like liverwurst...like dirt I am walked on looked upon like I'm incompetent...but I am content at being useless...like 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
Copyright © Peter Despirito | Year Posted 2015
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