OffA Poem by Not here
Let me get something off my chest real quick.
Look at my flaws, you can take your pick. I'll stand here quiet. Here's your free kick. Preferably hit me right in the dick. Take my mind and play a trick. Say the worst words and make them stick. Maybe even throw a rock or a brick. Life is certainly not on an uptick. Can you even see me through the crowd? How many screams does it to take to be loud? I have nothing left of which to be proud. I think I blew up on the ninth cloud. Once upon a time, I used to be glad. I wasn't this sad. I wasn't this bad. I had a real dad. Ignored every fad. Made them all mad and felt really rad. When I wore my heart on my sleeve, I did so hoping that she wouldn't leave. I never made a plan to go grieve. I guess I was a bit naive. When you're in love, you don't perceive when your partner needs a silent reprieve. And everything you two could achieve is never something in which you believe. Some people say my words don't make sense, but they make sense if you're on the fence and you've got to choose, to win or to snooze but with either choice there's something you'll lose. Maybe I'm a little bit crazy and hazy. But that's alright. My life isn't a daisy. It's not a cake walk, and so I talk about the things at which other people balk. But I don't really care what you say. You can stare at me all day and scoff. But in the end, it's my price to pay. And so I will stay here and get it off.
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