DYSPHORIA ➛〚 POETRY 〛

19

Maybe I wasn't a good friend at all

My insecurities are killing me

And I know it isn't good at all

From then on, I started to hate the good girl

I can never be like her

I cannot bear to put up a smiling face even though I am hurt

I cuss at everyone that annoys me

And that is not good either

While sheㅡ she pretends to be as cheerful as she can be

She tried to do her best to give other people advices

Even though she is hurt

Than the people needing her

And Iㅡ I can never do that at all

I 'shoo' away everyone who tries to comfort me

I am like the Beast that isolates himself from the Beautyㅡ from everyone that will judge him

I am not a saint that is as nice as the weather

And from then on, I started to hate myself instead

'Coz maybeㅡ I wasn't a good friend at all.