To the woman in my house, you make me want to die.
To the man in my house, you make me feel like a failure
To the girl in my house, you make me insecure
To the pretty girl in my school, you make me like you
To the thoughts in my head, you make me cry
To the consciousness I have, you make me guilty
To the my mind up there, you make me sinful
To the actions I make, you make me intolerable
To the words that I say, you make me repellent
To the lies in my head, you make me feel trapped
To the truths in my head, you make me worthless
To the people around me, you make me an outcast
To the world around me, you make me feel down
But the worst thing ever that anything has done:
To some fate in the Universe, you make me, me
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThe mind can be dark place sometimes. The body is what covers it. No one knows what's underneath... "The problem of hiding my emotions is the fact that they build up." The random crap that goes through my head; an entire school year's worth of poetr...
