Stupid Girl: You stopped. You actually let yourself recover for a moment. You know you really didn't want to clean your room. You knew that if you dragged yourself off the floor to throw a few things away you'd feel alive, if even for the slightest moment. You'd feel like you weren't trapped by these Things that keep speaking in your head telling you it wasn't worth it. That none of this is. Your great room that you renovated so your 'friends' could come over and feel safe, you don't deserve it. You shouldn't have any of this.
Stupid Girl: You started messing with that lava lamp. You shouldn't admire it. We have a job to finish. You need to work. Ranting will make it better, you won't feel like you're drowning anymore because you can actually let it out, if even for the slightest second. This causes just the perfect air pocket to get by a little longer. You know if you take a break that's exactly what you'll do- Breakdown.
Loser.
Stupid Girl: You dare ever think you were decent. You don't have much to offer. No personality, looks, or kindness. You heard them, your own friends even called you flat chested and flat assed. And you had just started to get your self esteem up a little. You know not to do that, it will come back crashing down on you. You only have friends cause they're forced to speak to you. What do you have to offer to them? Or, anyone.
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Broken Demons
PoetryHow do you manage when you're confined to be alone and your demons attack. No distractions no help. But those demons are broken, and all they can say is, stupid, stupid girl.
