Poetry From a Not-So-Good-Poet

My life is in shards you see,

I'm worse than someone called "me".

I hate, and I lie

I stool from the sky,

I don't have a family or friends,

I'm locked in a dead end.

I'll be quick and just say,

today was the worst day.

I lost all my friends,

and didn't make mends,

I lost my family, and am quit picky.