Excluding is not nice,
In fact, it makes me feel
As important as an abandoned bag of ice,
To melt alone
In a land where nothing seems to suffice,
Without anyone even noticing.
Being declared an outcast,
Insecurities skyrocketing,
Pretending it doesn't bug me.
Cast aside
By those I chase after,
Shooed away
Like an unwanted mutt.
Then pitied
Like a lost puppy
By those I despise,
Disappointing them
As I cut myself off
From all human interaction.
Burying myself
In work and studies,
Hoping no one attempts
To lend a helping hand
To this wounded dog.
Yet secretly praying
That someone rescues me
From the hell-like pound
To which I've been sent.
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I feel like my brother often neglects the fact that I'm his best friend in the whole wide world.
I've also got dogs on my mind for some reason. No idea why, since I fear them and all, but oh well.
8/22/2017
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Poetry Over Prose
PoetryI've never been artistic. I've never really liked poetry. So basically, I'm gonna add shit when I'm sleep-deprived and not thinking straight. NOTE: One shitty poem USED TO BE posted every day! Highest ranking: #67 in Poetry (8/17/2017) *** Cover pho...
