Poem -

Empty Class

I was taught  thing that seem not to apply anymore. Growing up, it was what you need, not anymore. Growing up, it was what you need, not a single thing more. Debit created because of Pope responsibly. Bill's need to be done, but I really wanted this. I had enough but now I'm drowning a little bit. I was taught how to be responsible. What I want to get done, that's second to the things that could cause me to be stressed out. I will not shoot myself in the leg knowingly. Hop around, and complain. Nobody is as low as me, refusing to tell them. I am the criminal that robbed me. I knew what needed to be done, but I really wanted something way more. The need not to stress didnt even enter my mind. I am not a maker of messes, but the cleaner that never gets addressed. Under the table, coverd by cloth. Unseen from the public view , people lean on me. I was taught to love, and respect everybody. Any empty class, because I dont remember seeing anyone familiar. I help mend the broken ones. They explain to me how irresponsible people can be. I want to give advice, but they always admit they know their hurting themselves. Eventually they want to stab me, attempting to hurt, or harm me. I was taught how to be helpful, even if they try to sabotage me. I help you, but I'm just a body. Your the only one that can change how your life is going to be. I won't help you until the point of you killing me. I will help you until the job is done. I was taught things that seem to not apply anymore. Who still practices human decency.

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