You are an awful person,
flowers droop when you're around,
whenever you get lost
nobody wants you to be found.
The deeds you do mean nothing,
you don't do as you should,
you spy on and imitate others
because your own life is no good.
When I look at you closely
throw up comes out my nose,
you are your mother's curse,
a sickening weed that grows.
Your own family hates you most,
you don't really have a name,
you are known as a loser
and you drown in your own shame.
Nobody hears the words you say,
they automatically tune you out,
you do not speak honest words,
nobody knows what you're about.
You seem like such a sinner,
you take away a person's privacy,
you have no real friends
and I'm glad you don't talk to me.
You are the worst person
that anybody could ever know,
I don't care about you at all,
I think it's time for you to go.
A contest entry
- I want your darkest of dark poetry. by Chelse-Oh.
950 points, ended November 21, 2008, 29 entries
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Comments
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Wow. How raw and heartless. - So angry and... =[
I'd hate to be this person. Truly a great write. The rhyme was well thought out, not forced or anything, the flow is amazing. Awesome job. Keep it up. ~Chelsey.

