Should I write

I am a scared living thing
No face, no guts nothing

I am a crooked living thing
Messed up head and boring

I am an isolated thing
places of comfort just walk away in a ‘bing’

I am a stupid little thing
That makes trust damaging

I wanna be a lovable thing
life of mine made sure of it not happening

This cell full of rotten leaves that i live in is begotten
A thing I am, thrown away and forgotten