Twenty-One Wilted Roses

I'm sitting in my corner.

Check.

Breathing heavily.

Check.

Staggered.

Check.

Rocking...

Slowly...

Back and forth.

Check.

I am a complete and total wreck.

The world.

It compleatly hates me.

Its a horrid place for someone like me.

A.....fag.

No one likes that about me.

No one looks past it.

No one looks around it.

They don't see Tom Dello.

They see Fag.

Thats all.

Thats all they ever see.

They only ever see that I am a fag.

The only one I know is myself.

And I hate it.

I am compleatly alone.

I can not help the world,

Nor can I even help myself.

Everyone is compleatly aginist help from a fag.

I could try saving the world.

But im no super hero.

Im just a guy loving fag.

Thats all.

Thats all I'll ever be.

Nothing else.

Not now.

Not ever.

Nothing.

I could never, ever do anything about it.

I could try to move.

I could try to lie.

I could try doing anything else ever again.

Never again could I do anything.

Nothing.

Ever.

So im in this corner.

Rocking.

Nothing flowing through my mind except the fact that im nothing.

A complete failure.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.