Sorry

I don't know what to say
I'm not good at poetry
I'm popular like you say
But either way

It wouldn't matter
It would only be sadder
If I were fatter
Wouldn't make me climb the ladder

Or if I were skinny
What if I were pretty?
Would that make me witty?
Or if I lived in the city

Shut up, please, I know I can't write
Shut up, please, I know I have fright
Shut up, please, if I had flight?
Would that make me bright?

I don't know
You won't show
It won't snow?
It won't snow!

I don't even know anymore…
Can I just die in my sore
Of humans, to the core
Forever and Never more…

I'm sorry I'm not as good as you wanted.