What am I?
The lowest of low?
Am I too strange?
Too forward?
Maybe a little of both
Toxic beyond reason?
Without the least shadow of hope?
I get that I'm different
A little more than just being 'off'
My lack of attention
To finer social cues
Opens a path to isolation
As I hurt those that care
A few times, yes,
But each opens anew
The pain of being worthless
For they've ended the same
Cutting all ties
Just to remain sane
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Life Goes On
PoetryLife goes on whether you're with it or not. A collection/journal of thoughts, feelings, and events. Updated as life happens.
