Little Loser Poem by Victor Osorio

I make myself crazy
I make myself crazier
thinking about her
She has no time for me
at least not anymore
She likes to ignore me
and doesn't call me like before
Cheer up, little loser
go about your day
Even if it's bad
There's an invention
It's called the amazing telephone
It seems better
When it doesn't seem to work
Cheer up, little loser
The picture is getting old
This calendar will be useless
The weather will turn cold
Things will be better
Cheer up, little loser.