Ello again peeps. Welcome back...I know, I haven't put anything up in a while. Well, that's because all of my old poems are already posted. So now here's a new one. Written today actually! (July 22, 2006...when I was 16) This poem has a few metaphors cause it seemed like they fit. I hope this doesn't seem like a repeat of Helping Hand. I didn't plan for it to be. Oh, and thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed.
Also, there's one person who always reads and reviews my poems (she read this before all of you) And she is: Ginny Wazlib! Ginny, thanks for always reading and reviewing. I can always count on you. I know you'll always be the first person to read my poems and it makes me feel good, like when no one reads these at least (or I should say at most) there's always you! You're super special! Take care and GBU!
And now on to the poem.
Slipping
I'm tired of slipping into that slot
I'm in need of an oil change
I want to do this but I should not
I need to be rearranged
So that all the pieces fit
I'm sick and tired of not functioning right
O please, God
Help me
I'm in need of your help
Like I've said a thousand times
I'm sorry
I never do a thing right
I'm sick
I'm tired
I need to do this right
I know I'm gonna fail
So I need your help tonight
please review (like I always say) AND THANKS SO MUCH!