Something To Call My Poetry

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

From Emilliana Torrini

Home alone and happy
Nothing brings me down
Full of liquor, unsteady
Nothing brings me down
I drink too much and smoke too fast
Got this city cleared off my innocence
and when it stops, it stops
my heart stops beating

Why am I so foolish
To create such a mess
and embarassments

I am not handsome
I am unimportant
Why should I get noticed?
I am petty
I have no personality
Why should I stand out?
I am insecure
I am too sensitive
Why should I be loved?
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
Why should I be respected?
Should I leave?