PAIN

Laying here my thoughts circle and swarm,
There's so much Presure on me to be A norm.
To work a job, have kIds, and go to bed at a deceNt hour,
I wish i could wash all this negativity off in a shower.

Im far from what someone would call regular, or Plain,
In fact in this world people these dAys could say Im a staiN.
Something you cant forget something you can't get out,
Something you wish you could get rid of, but it hangs about.

Im no good with change, children or maybe even life itself,
Im that toy thats rare but valueless, and should be left on its shelf.
I wanted to bring good into this world, but its an impossible task,
People Are monsters, once you tear off the mask.

So If ill Never meet up to the exPectAtIoNs,
Why try, or come up with lame exPlAnatIoNs.
Of why i dont work, or why i don't sleeP,
WhAts the use In couNting those sheeP?

I wAnted to be a raven spread my wINgs and fly,
Turns out i am to scared to ever try...
So instead ill sit on the ground as i wither away,
Ill hope that people will miss me when i die someday.