Let It Out

This poem won't be artistic
It won't be skilled with language
It will simply be all my thoughts
Poured right onto canvas

So now i say I'm feeling down
And that's an understatement
I can't stand this life anymore
So world I've made my payment

My head's mixed up
No-one sees me
I'm pretty much a misfit
And confused about sexuality

You can tell I'm being honest
Or at least i hope you can
This was put together
In the back of my dad's van

I know I'm really ugly
And don;t know any boys
But if I'm honest I'm a coward
What happened to the years with toys

I'm scared of the future
And not liking the present
I need to get out of here
Life's the opposite of pleasant