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