People are people

Okay last poem for today

And I sit here as usual

What the hell do I do it for

I’m always with the same final answer

I never take out or in

People talk a lot Sometimes

I don’t even bother to listen

Just trying to be who I am

But people do not like it

Tell everyone that I am not good enough

For I have grown tired of listening

Hell what people believe or not

Drop all sans

But when I do it, it’s not okay

For everyone else, it’s all right

But go in a corner and think