You tell me to get over it, but you won't leave me alone.
You tell me to stop turning your friends against you, but I no longer call them that.
You say I'm acting as if this is all your fault, but I didn't do anything to you.
You say I make you mad, but you make me want to cry.
I get what I am to you.
I am not human.
I am not someone you once loved.
I am not me.
I am your punching bag.
And suddenly the punching bag breaks the rules.
Suddenly, punching bag punches back.
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Life and Its Discrepancies
PoetryThis book is filled with poems from every range of my emotions, from when I'm super depressed to when I can't be happier. I don't know how long I'll keep this thing going, just know that it covers a bunch of personal things that may be considered a...
