Broken Engine
Today, my lights don't work
My engines burnt
My girlfriend just played me like dirt
My feelings are hurt
And plus I got to deal with these jurks
Like I'm an enormous bomb
ticking down,
and ready to burst
But matters can't get worse
at first
I thought
I could talk to my mom
But moms is doin her thang
so I though I could bottle it up
Don't give a fuck
And try not to tear shit up
Hold my own, and don't dump.
so I figure I can fix it
take notes, so that ,next time
I let anyone ride I'll see if their phony
I won't care what they say or what or what they show me,
My 'rents hate me like everyone else
I'm falling so far I'm becoming as small as a mouse,
Nobody cares, nobody dares, to even say a word
What's so wrong with being me? You people make me hurl!
FUCK YOU ALL!!!
Cause I'm outta control
Don't give a shit nomore

This poem needs alot more. You people need to reach in more inside and pull out your feelings. Get more detailed. Throw all your angry words onto this poem.
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That's better! Remember, sometimes swearing can express one's feeling more then other words. Just by saying F*** makes me feel so much better. (God I'm a loser!)
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Cretins!
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You can find better ways to express yourself then by swearing. It's a lack of vocabulary.