i do not care
no more if people stare
broken down so much im not frighted by their glare
no beauty can match tht of a mare
i have no wit
im too restless to sit
angred as such as i am i would never hit
i am falling within my own bottom less pit
and no one gives a shit
ive been forgotten
by my own,
so my fears
and sadne have grown.
i do not look
forward to the day
i rather be. stuck within my own book
but once more i have no say.
please end my sorrow
i have nohing but tomorrow