i'm writing this because i'm not your friend. i'm not your peer, collaboration partner, classmate, acquaintance, or witness.
i hate the way you make me pity myself, even though i radiate self-love and confidence.
you create this aura of discomfort and hatred that divides who i am and who you think i am.
i loathe your sick, twisted, morbid, and unsettling persona you call "humor". we all know it's just preparation for when you become the sociopath we see before us.
but most of all, you sicken me with you petty and pretentious remarks. you must think you're comedian of the year. might i add that you're probably hallucinating because no one is laughing.
you are a freak today, tomorrow, next week, in twenty years, and until your name is carved into a headstone.
YOU ARE READING
up close & personal
Poetry- a compilation of slam poetry/ narrative poetry about the labels we put on ourselves and others, internal contracts, hardships, and difficulties. however, we will overcome and defeat because everyone that said we couldn't, were wrong. we just have...
