Crap work, Untidy work..
Enough of these.
Crap life, Unorganised life..
Enough of these.
Bringing joy to people,
Making a fool of myself,
All i get are people's disregards.
No one to express my a-hundred-percent to,
it is equals to learning Maths without learning number.
Idiot, dumb, basxard. Say all you want of me.
I am all of them.

Questioned, why get emo?
Answered, why be happy?
In doubt of my future,
I crawl into a corner and reflect.
Nobody is perfect, and I am nobody.
Therefore, i am perfect, IN FAILING.

Indeed, no use comforting someone who's down,
cause I finally understand the meaning of being down.
Dumbfounded, i sought help.
Ignored, failure sought me.

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