A Born Disaster Poem by Christopher Cariad

Here's my life
Take it please,
It's no longer good to me.
I fed it right and watched it grow,
But it never helped me succeed.
A poor excuse of space
That never should have been used.
It didn't bless me with looks
Or even the charm to attract other beings.
I'm just a standing wast of time
When you're here talking to me.
So here's my life
Take it please
And save me from the ugly disaster
That my life has given me.