Why? Why me?
Why would you talk to me?
I'm just going to ruin everything.
I'll fuck up like I usually do.
Say something weird
and cause the end of the conversation to be overdue.
I'll just mess it up.
I never do anything right.
I'll probably end up saying something wrong
and get launched into another fight.
So why me?
I'm boring and uninteresting.
A broken loop that's a fraying string.
I'll snap and I'll shatter
like glass on the wall.
And I'll drag you down
as I take another fall.
Maybe it would have been better. If you had never talked to me at all.
But I don't think I want that.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
