I know you hate me.
I know you despise me.
It's because I'm lifeless.
I'm not what you want me to be.
I'm a reflection of your worth in the world.
That's why you hate me the most.
You try to pretend.
You try to smile.
And for awhile you thought it was real.
You were lost in the mask you made.
The mask you made for yourself of happiness and laughter.
And it's all my fault.
You say that.
But you know it's not true.
You use me as a excuse.
You say it's my fault.
But it's really just you.
And you know that's true.
YOU ARE READING
It's a Sometimes thing
PoetryA collection of poems I've written that span over many years. They are pretty depressive so please read with caution.