What a joy

What a joy to behold

Using this skill of old

To write bullshit on a page like this

And for people to read it, thus

To give their opinion

To share a belief

But I'm only doing it for some relief

Words tumble off my fingers

I can't stop writing

If I could I would've

But the bollocks keeps spouting

So much to say though noone cares

Forgotten by most

Hated by fears

How many more years must it take

For someone to turn around and say

Hey, well done Meg, you're really good

At something, for once

I'll wait for the day

But it wont come

Being the middle child

You are always last

Used and deprived

And all the skills given to others

You aren't creative, hahaha!

God, you never have been

Your sister and brother always have one up on you Meg

You weren't born in this house

You are fat and a lesbian

Different to us

Who create music and craft

You're just fucking daft

Smoke another spliff Meg

It might help forget.