Sorry, Lazy, Pathetic, that's three, its gonna hurt, its gonna hurt a lot, marking my body to match my inside, people telling me I'm something I'm not, pretty, generous, lucky, he knows me better than them all, He says I'm not, it must be, or is it just...he loves me, if so love hurts, it hurts worst than things ever could, don't know if I'm bad or if I'm good, I hate being a teenager, I hate crying, I'm so weak, so stupid, no one to talk to never meant it, what he said, its just the way he speaks mixed with his constant anger, tough love, its hard, but it's helpful, even though it just hurts my feelings, but I'm timid, just dramatic, none of its real, pretty sure they would still say that if they truly saw how I feel, its just a front for attention, because that's all I want, nothing serious whenever I'm hurt, when ever I'm sad, whenever I'm happy or just flat out mad, its just me being dramatic, and that's all it'll ever be, or at least if its not that's all they'll ever see, because I need and deserve tough love
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Beneath my Cloak
PoetryLess a book then random poetry. I decided to give it a try. I write crappy poetry all the time why not share it and give it a shot to relate.
