I feel

like I'm old news to you
like I'm not good enough of a picture to put up on the wall.
I feel like, you put me on the back burner, and I'm going to catch a-flame.
I'm just good enough to put in a folder for a year and be forgotten.
I feel like, I just don't have enough energy, or I just look my worst all the time.
Like, I can't ever amount to anything GOOD in life, all I'll ever amount to is holding a pencil and stroking the paper as if I have talent...
like I don't have enough brain cells to do anything with you or me,
I have run out of things to say, and things to do
and my actions don't express me as a person anymore,
they express you.
It's like you raised me or something, and I'm an infant that just copies what you say.
I'm on fire now, I'm over boiling and I've caught that flame.
I'm hissing and sizzling and spitting my boiling water onto your face
splattering it into your eyes.
Why must I be so down on myself?
I don't get it. I just can't do anything anymore. I'm helpless and I'm stuck.
BUT YOU'VE GIVEN UP ON ME
ALL OF YOU HAVE.
I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say.