The pointlessness of that

Dreamless in the night

Crying of the fight in every mistreatment 

Self loathing unshaped idiot

And then he all falls down 

Rolling tongues of unspeakable words

Becoming generic?

Hush, don't blame

This is not a poetry blog of yet another sad person.

Fat, ice cream-eater is sad,

But cannot do anything more than 

Words of no value and heightened emotions 

Like little Ms cranky, to be dead

Ho ho ho,

Swivelling bird of an uncontinous thought

But a repetitive, observed ocean of hate

Hated and singled out

Nothing special 

Please forgive yourself,

You tried too hard to be special, 

And of course you couldn't.

But you need to accept 

You're not *******

Get over it and write something that someone may want to read.

But of course you're going to remain jobless anyway

Creep.