Nothing here is perfect.
Definitely not me, and definitely not you.
But here you are, pretending everything is fine.
Maybe you feel fine, but I don't.
So don't act like you know what's going on in my head.
Don't tell me to just deal with it.
Don't you dare say that nothing is wrong with me.
We both know it's not true.
And you think you're perfect-
I can see it in your eyes, you selfish bitch-
and you think you know everything.
The longer you keep up this act,
the worse everything gets.
So stop it.
Don't tell me how I feel,
or how I ought to feel.
Don't expect anything from me, because I won't help someone I don't respect.
Do something right for a change, or leave me the hell alone.
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Thoughts and Things
PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
