Enough with pointing me out as a loser already,
You can take all the trophies and get going,
I have my white flag on me, waiving faintly,
I hope that, and this weakly joint body,
Will calm you and satisfy your need.
Enough with pointing me out as a loser already,
It's not that I cannot see,
How much of a saint I lack in me,
And how much of the goods you stored within,
Making me feel lifeless and runny.
Enough with pointing me out as a loser already,
1, 2, 3 and 4 is still OK for me,
Once in a while is torturous, let alone every week,
You leave me hanging like a mice trapped with cheese,
Innocent white but useless and smelly.
Enough with pointing me out as a loser already,
When all I have is this sketch pad and disabilities,
To voice things out and stand on my own feet,
But that alone doesn't mean,
That I do not cry deeply within.
-extracted from my 'Keep Calm & Carry On' journal. Dec 31st, 2010-
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