Poetry's for idiots

Ashamed of myself
I couldn't tell you why
why be optimistic?
I can not tell a lie

you are young
you don't count yet
these feelings can't be real
your not grown yet,
trust me girl
this is how you feel

This is not the life I want
why don't I get a choice?
I call to you for help
but I guess I've lost my voice

I want outside to match
you'd asked about the bruises
you always look so hurt
but I'm the one who loses

I'm done
I'm dead
I'm got
I'm shot

but you still won't let me go
congratulations!
what a show,

it seems they've killed me, mother