Negative Creep
A poem by Paul Pizzolo

Negative Creep

It did not matter where I was
I always fell apart,
It continually hurt me dearly
Deep in My heart.

I always wanted to be the best,
The person I could not be.
The one who was popular
That guy was never me.

It did not matter what I did,
I could not please anyone.
All I wanted was respect,
Not to be hated by everyone.

I do my best at school
I fail every time.
I feel so under pressure
Always I commit a crime.

If all should come to an end
Theres no hope for me here
My spirit will be present
My body will disappear.

Goodbye to you all,
My family and few friends.
Maybe see you in another world,
My life will be amends.