Morning

Morning

I woke up this morning
realizing that I’m a criminal

It is a crime to be me.

As soon as I was born
there were bad genes, and

I was destined to be
no one, to cry to
no avail, so

tell me why
anyone should love me

when the day for me to speak
is so short, and I don’t feel
so articulate, no I

don’t feel like the day
is just, just because again
I woke up being no one.

It is a crime to be me
because I’ve done nothing, and
you don’t love me.

— Douglas Gilbert

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