Pitiful

Despair at noon
Cuz I'm locked in an asylum
In my room The Star-Spangled Banner
Hanged over my bed
I have around a year left
Of this pitiful life
No greateness in it
I'll make maybe a year more
2010 2012
I'd get back to that time
So much
Even tho I was an incel already
I write this poem
Since noon to the night
With every passing day
My life is worth less