I honestly thought
That this was over
I really
Genuinely hoped
That the struggles were over
But really
What happened
Is the problems were just diluted
I only occasionally noticed them
But now my filter is so clogged
With horrifying feelings
That I'm afraid that soon I will explode
Because I can't contain them
I thought that maybe this was over
I thought that someday I'd be ok
But I guess
Like always
I was wrong
I didn't think this through
It looks like now I've just dug myself deeper
Into the feeling that make me want to end
This painful existence I'm in
(I would never do that)
But I sometimes feel like I could
It's just so horrible
To have to deal
With something I never ask for
I never understand what's going on
I never understand what you're trying to say
And I finally thought that was over
But it wasn't
Because I still feel it
I still feel it deep and strong
This feeling of hatred
For myself
That will never
Ever grow weaker
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Pinto Lesbeans
PoetryMore angsty poetry about my issues and stuff. Also possibly some very vague poems either about friendship problems or relationships. Have fun! This book falls in line with a series of poetry books I have created. The first one is How to be a Bisexua...
