A Bad Poem For A Bad Life

by wtppowers

Published May 26, 2014

12+ Language

In Longer Poetry

*You got fifteen minutes, kid*

*To pour your heart out*

Thanks, doc, for what you did

I'll try to take the short route


Introduction

There's nothing more

In this broken heart of mine

I'm through with life, I took the tour

My light will no longer shine

I'm a loser

I've become so hollow

And so deprived of love

There's nothing for you to follow

But everything to get rid of

I'm a loser

You may be wondering

How did I get like this?

Well I'll tell you of my blundering

And how I fell from bliss


In The Beginning

I used to be fun

And full of joy

With my friends I would run

With my shoelaces undone

Just another American boy

My parents loved me

and gave me every toy

I was as happy as could be

The day was mine to enjoy

I'm a loser

Things stayed the same

And I felt really good

The world was just a game

There was nobody to blame

But things change, as they should

Either willingly or forced

The worst things happend, knew it would

My parents got divorced

And things got bad for good


Deterioration

I soon became sad

And never left the house

My mentality was bad

I began to go mad

Quiet as a mouse

I was bullied at school

I'd hide the face my tears would douse

Everyone except me was cool

I wanted to hind behind mama's blouse

I'm a loser

I was an outcast

In the back of the room

Well as the years passed

And as time went by fast

I saw nothing but doom

Every night I would cry

Sinking into my gloom

Asking "Why can't I die?"

Or climb back in the womb


Things Get Worse

My mother broke down

And I moved in with my father

He was a king who wore a crown

And upon us, he would just frown

Why did he even bother

To take us in?


He didn't love us

Me and my brother

We got on the school bus

With the opposite of fuss

Because we didn't want another

Hour at home

I'm a loser

Junior year was the worst

For more than one reason

My bubble finally burst

I felt like I was cursed

It was never the season

To enjoy my life

I'm a loser

I was like a pedestrian

In a new town to enter

I struggled in the courses they test me in

My true love turned out a lesbian

And I went to a crisis center

After my mother died


Thinking

I'm just a failure

One with no friends

No cash, no job, just tailored

To live with no ends

I'm a loser

Never had a girl

*TIME'S UP, GIVE IT A WRAP*

Please, give me another whirl-

*PACK IT IN LOSER, THIS POEM'S CRAP*

Comments & reviews · 3
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FluttershyFan
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FluttershyFan wrote a review Review · May 28, 2014

This was a very heartfelt poem. I can tell you put a lot of time and care into it. My only criticism is that it is very unclear what your rhyme scheme is. All in all, I loved this poem. I apologize for not much help with the criticism but I'm not good at long reviews. Call me stupid or whatever but I you feel your life sucks, watch my little pony: friendship is magic. It sounds lame but I think it could really help.

Thanks for the review! I changed up the rhyme scheme numerous times here, so that's probably why you got a bit confused.

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StealTheWorld
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StealTheWorld wrote a review Review · May 27, 2014

Okay, so. I thought this was a serious poem and I was about to jump in with a few nitpicks (because I have no sense of humor when it comes to poetry unless it says outright that it's satire or humor).

I'm glad to know that this was meant to be more humorous because I wouldn't have been able to sit through such a long poem that would only continue on and on. I like the italicized words because I can sort of hear the voice of someone offstage during an audition. Very cool.

I have to mention this, though: sad and mad? I cannot stand when those two words are rhymed. It's a quirk of mine that cannot be toned down, even with funny poems. I'm trying to ignore that, though, because I did, in fact, get a nice laugh in after reading this.

My only nitpick would be the first two lines. I recommend combining them by deleting the second and third asterisks, or making it so that the voices seem to be coming from two different people. Just an idea.

I'm probably not making much sense or helping you out (let's face it. I'm worthless when I'm tired) but there should be at least one valid point in here somewhere.

I might come back with a better review because I can't think straight right now. Until then, have a fantastic day/evening/night.

DarkHeart

Hey, any criticism is helpful criticism. Thanks!



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— Paul Simon