Why does anyone care?
I'm worthless, you know.
I'm a fucking disgusting teller
about feelings that I doubt actually exist.
Over exaggerating, and never thinking anyone to read these blasted fucking poems.
A monster, too kind but filled with fiery anger.
Who I am, what I am, what I look like.
Disgusting, I've said that.
Horrible.
I'm just a horrible horrible human being.
So why does anyone care?
The worlds probably better off without me.
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-
