I’m depressing.

All I do is sit around
I’m lazy
I don’t do anything productive
I whine about not having this or that
I’m a sad little boy

I’ve been asked “what do you do with your life?”
I respond “I don’t even know”
I’m depressing
All I think about is my flaws and how I won’t change

I’ve been made fun of because of who I am
I’ve been picked at because of my weight
And my acne
How stupid I sound sometimes

I once messed up on a name of a store
And guess what
I’ve been shot down faster than anything
Because I messed up on one word

I’m depressing
My vocabulary is mostly cussing
My mind is in the gutter
I know nothing to please most
I can’t usually please myself

I’m depressing