low-life
I am not going to amount to much
That’s what she told me
My dreams are a waste, they’re too tough
My ambition is weak
I was told that I am a low-life
Societies most dreadful and bleak
A magnet for ridicule and spite
“You will be nothing, no one to seek
And you will miss and regret not having me around”
Maybe I am nothing
And maybe I am a low-life hound
A person of poor character and of nothing
Someone who deserves humiliation and antipathy
But what I know for sure
Is that I won’t succumb to apathy
It has to matter what I have endured
This barrage of judgement about a life
A life that I am still living
A low-life, a scoundrel that no one will ever love, you are right
I am all you said unforgiving
You were only wrong about one risk
I am going to “miss and regret” not having you around, you say?
I only regret that you exist
by Jonathan Sheppard









