I don't write about Amethyst very often, so here's a poem for my favourite thing to come out of the Kindergarten.
What am I worth to you?
A dollar
A dime
A waste of your time?
What am I to you
Am I what you are to me,
Important and valid
worthy to speak
Don't look past my outer shell
or else you'll run away
Im actually not confident,
That's an act; a theatrical play.
Dont look backstage
behind the curtains
All actors are faux and phoney
We secretly hate ourselves
(not much of a secret, now is it?)
Im trying not to bother you
with all my obnoxious problems
i would just push them back a few
but I can't really solve them.
The worst in the pack
The second hand man
Lost the list where I track
All the things that I can
Mess up
Slip up
Fuck up
It would be miles long
So shut up and let me sing my song,
Im just a big mistake.
A gun to my head and a knife to my wrist
Brings me the joys of this
world
this life
this thing that I go through
the everyday struggles,
I can feel it anew
through which is tugs on
The little esteem I have
I gave to it
Now with none left,
I wander
ponder
on whether I am a waste of space
a fake smile on my face
And on with my day, I go
