I'm a monster. Why does everyone look at me that way, yes I have mood swings. I shout and scream to get my point across but I never liked it. I pick, scream, punch just to be seen. I have ruined people's lives, because of me and my ruthlessness I have made people doubt their self worth and even hurt themselves. What kind of monster am I? Monsters like me don't deserve to live I am nothing. I am a horrible human being, if I could even call myself human. I made a man cut himself due to my words while in the heat a moment. I'm a monster.
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An Abomination
PoetryReal life diary entities of a crazed bpd teenage girl, going through the tough works of life. Hope my writing can let people know that at they're not alone.
