Bitter Sweet

rights to cry

(This is kinda stupid so maybe don't read it.)

(...really, if you're easily offended, don't.)

How can you be depressed?
Aren't your problems so tiny?
How can you feel so oppressed?
You're already so freaking pretty.

You have boys frolicking around you,
you have so many friends.
You have people accepting you, too.
There's a lot; it never ends.

"Why are you crying?", they cooed.
It's like you're crying over spilled milk,
when you already have a lot of food.
Stop all that sulk!

I want to slap you because
while I'm bullied and deserted,
while they see all my flaws,
you're liked and flirted.

I know I'm insecure,
it's my top one defect
But this ugliness has no cure
while you're physically perfect.

So stop freaking crying.
You're such a moron.
I'm supposed to be the one dying
but, well, who will mourn?

Just stop crying now.
Please shut the heck up.
Your depression I will not allow,
Stop crying like a beat up.

Be thankful 'cause you have all those stuff.
Don't think you're so imperfect; don't bluff.
Don't cry for whatever like it's so tough
When you don't even have it rough.

With that, I'll say it now: you're so freaking annoying.

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I know, it's kinda mean. Wait, not kinda. It's so mean.
I know everyone has their own share of problems but this is in a point of view of a really insecure and sad girl. Expect it. Besides, like I said earlier; everyone has their own share of problems. This is simply one of hers.

Also, like said on the earlier part of the poem, the girl is almost perfect. She's getting depressed over a really small problem. The girl is actually cheering her up (IN A REALLY MEAN WAY.)

Sorry not sorry sorry.

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