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