Poem: Like Me

This time is not my own.

I have nothing yet all I want is nothing.

This is all I am good for is to just be.

I walk around thinking I am doing good.

Then deep down my self-worth is nowhere to be found.

I cannot look into the mirror knowing that person is looking back at me.

I do not know me.

I do no think I am good looking.

I do not think I can stand with everyone.

I do not think that I can love.

I do not think that I could ever be love.

These are my crosses to bear.

The things that keep me up at night.

The same things that hear my midnight cries.

I just cannot be me.

The true is I just do not like me.