Maybe you were right
Maybe all those cruel words that escaped your mouth were right.
"Your worthless"
"you stupid stupid girl"
"no one likes you"
each word lingering in the air as if to say
"i will always be here"
"i will be a constant reminder of how inferior you are"
"a reminder of how little you mean to me and so many others"
no matter where i went my mind could never escape the harsh language you had subjected me to.
there was no way for me to escape, i couldn't breath, constricted by sentences of hatred and resentment.
"what was the point" i thought to myself
Maybe i was wrong
maybe i am not deserving of love or adoration
maybe i am the worthless lowlife you have taught me to be
so as you have asked i will do
i will tie up that noose
and i will free the world of me
the problem
the issue
Maybe ... you were right
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You And I
Non-FictionA collection of small poetic stories about the life of a teenage girl lost in her thoughts.
