why is it me?

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The attention i wish i didn't have

The people who don't understand

Why do i bother to make them see my eyes

Im blinded by their hurtful words

They stab my constantly

They feel better after watching me bleed out

I'm just disposable until they need me again

I'm always wrong so they can me right

Im just want to show that i'm not the same

But it's not me it's them

They make me who i am

I was better then

But i'm worse now

I wish i wasn't

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