He doesn't understand
How much I hate him
He doesn't get anything
He doesn't get that his jokes
Are never funny
And that not everything
Is sexual
If I tell him, "Fuck you,"
He responds with "Okay"
Even though I know
That he knows
I'm not straight
Why on earth
Does he bother me?
He thinks he can involve himself
In my personal business-
"Do you cut yourself?"
"Are you emo?"
"Why do you wear rainbow?"
"Why do you wear black?"
"Why are you so sad?"
"Why won't you talk to me?"
He converses with me
Every. Fucking. Day.
And he can't seem to get the message
That, no, I DON'T want to talk
To an idiot like him
And I don't want him
Asking about my sexuality
And if I self harm
I wish he would stay away
Far, far away
From me
(Ten points for Gryffindor if you can guess who it is)
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Poems
PoetryI wrote poems regularly for about two years to get me through a particularly hard time on my life, and here they are. (Don't read if swearing/possible triggers are a problem for you.)
