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A Grim Birthday PoemYo it's your birthday, you should be blessed,
with tons of presents from your guests.
You may be older but that's okay.
You have a few more years till you pass away.
If you die, rememver me,
in your will, could I have your T.V.?
But today, I should be nice,
so let me give you some good advice.
If you seem to like what I wrote,
get some therapy before you lose all hope.
Test ScoresWhy do I feel doubt?
Why do I feel pain?
Why do I feel lost, within my own brain?
Why do I feel like,
I have to give 200%?
Or that everything I do, has to be perfect?
I use to not care, what I got in life.
But now I feel like I always have to be right.
My emotions are twisted,
I cannot conclude.
The confussion inside me,
or what I should do.
For all the test scores, tor all the grades,
for all the results that I have made.
They use to not be, the clothes on my back.
But now all I can think, is how to react.
So all of this doubt and all of this pain,
is tangled inside me and has twisted my brain
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