You can't help but compare,
It tears you up inside,
It feels like they don't care,
Even though the pain was implied.
Someone has it worse,
And it's just not fair,
My goodness, it feels like a curse,
All you can do is sit by silently, tugging at your hair.
You keep the comparisons up,
Hoping something will change,
But the effects seem to be negative,
And you find it awfully strange.
Do you want to know the truth?
What really matters in the end?
So what if someone has it worse?
Even if you want to brush off your own harm,
Even if the guilt seems to linger,
Just because someone has a broken arm
Doesn't mean you can't have a broken finger.
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Random Poetry. <3
ŞiirIt's in the title- Uh, yeah, I decided to do this because I randomly wrote a short poem and I low-key thought it was pretty cool for something I wrote at 1 AM, and then figured, hey, why not make more? I've only published this on Wattpad and AO3 The...
