i kill myself a little more each day,
when i refuse to speak,
when i refuse to stand up for myself,
when i refuse to look you in the eye and make myself clear
not because i cannot share my pain with you
but because what is the point?
you're gonna win, because you think you're entitled to since you're older,
because you think you're wiser because you're older
but then you say 'i make mistakes too, i am also only human'
i don't think you believe that though
you're a hypocrite and apparently a narcissist too
for you always believe yourself to be better than me
but all you are is a pathetic, mean liar
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
