i feel so sorry for myself,
for being so incompetent,
for being bad at everything,
for being just me,
and for not being enough that
i hope people may see just a bit of whatever worth i have left,
and maybe the reason why it's easy for people to leave and replace me,
is because i've never been memorable to anyone,
and that whatever effort i showed amounts to nothing,
people are bound to get tired of me, i took note of that,
some already are, i somehow notice,
maybe they're just afraid of hurting my feelings,
i'm so used to people not giving me attention,
and yet it always hurt when i get ignored,
whenever i talk to my friends,
it all feels like i'm begging for their attention,
i genuinely feel so small and undesirable,
that even talking to them feels like invading their private time.
i don't want to disturb anybody,
i don't want them to think i'm desperate for attention,
so i always tell them it's okay.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
