Left In Ashes.

Self Hatred,
I’m no good,
“What do you bring to the table?”
I don’t,
I Break the table,
I Burn the wood,
Everything left in ashes.

Unforeseen Pain,
Falling Behind,
“What Makes you Different?”
“What Makes you special?”
I kill the different and break the special,
I Have no quality,
A Slacker with no passes.

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I've had major block for a lil while now and i can't come up with anything, this is the only thing i feel like posting, i keep writing loads of random little things that i dont actually like and i save them under "notes" but i haven't put any up, i might go through them, try find a nugget of okayness and turn it into something legible.

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Side note: i hate the second part of this poem, the first part is okay, but the second doesnt flow and doesn't fit right, i might edit it eventually.