Don't you see
You're hurting me
Just let me be
Please set me free!
Weak. Loser.
These chains are made
From the words you've said
They're leaving scars
As if I'm the one
Who's trying too hard.
Fat. Pathetic.
It's like I'm an expert
At feeling this kind of hurt
It always comes strolling back
Now I've had enough of that.
Stupid. Ugly.
But nobody cares, do they?
Each of us alone
All on our own
And all we can do is pray.
Fat. Loner.
Their words.
My words.
What's the difference, really?
In the end, it's all wounding me.
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Rays of Imagination
PoetryA compilation of my best short works A collection of poems and other short works I've written over a few years. I've chosen some of which I think is my best work and have created this book. I give you my thoughts, my feelings, and I share with you m...
