Imbalance
Its pointless and this will not last,
Continues day by day.
It's boring- very meaningless,
Despite what I may say.


So whats the use in going on,
Advantages are what?
Why don't I simply end it now,
With just one simple cut.

For Justin does have Kelly,
And Amy has her Greg.
Olga does have everyone,
I'm a yoke without an egg.

Don't have real reason to go on,
And missed- I will not be,
I'm awkward, shy and pitiful,
Inside myself I see.

I take the gun into my mouth,
It's loaded just one time.
I pull with force, fall to the ground,
I wrote my final rhyme...

By: Sara Jacobson
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