Maybe This Is A Poem

Maybe This is a poem,
Its new.
Its fun.
This poem was written for everyone.
It starts happy,
And ends with a frown.
Hopefully it will turn your life upside down,

Because I quit writing poetry,

I stopped being kind.
I murdered all the happy things in my heart that you used to find,

And I changed my name,

Because,

Well,

It was lame.
Lame.
Everyone is lame,
Maybe I'm the one to blame.
No, no, it must be you.
Your the one that makes me blue.
Lame the world.
Lame my friends.
Lame my feelings because they always change.
Lame.
Lame.
Maybe I'm the one to blame.
No, no, that can't be true.
I am perfect all the time,
Its not me who is lame,
Its you.
Lame.
Lame myself,
Lame the sky,
Lame the people who make me cry,
There is no one around who I can depend,

My world has suddenly come to an end,

Lame.
Lame,
I was born lame,
I'm alone in everything.
Because I'm the lamest of them all,
If you befriend me,
You will fall,
And be lame.
Lame.
Lame.
So its best to leave me alone in a box,
Throw away the key,
I am darkness,
I am fear,
You don't want anyone around you,
Not anyone like me.
...Lame.

BKrabbit.