People treat people like rubbish.
Because when people say, "I ate the whole packet",
what they really mean is, "I ate everything inside the packet."
And then what do they do?
They throw the packet away.
It's ironic, isn't?
The very thing they define me by,
Is the thing they get rid of first.
When they're done using me,
Scraping my feelings raw,
and stealing the best parts of me,
They crumple me up,
Squash me down,
And get rid of me
For their convenience.
But the real problem,
doesn't lie with them.
Because in the end,
You and I are the ones that choose whether
Or not to believe it.
But that's the thing,
If we joke about being
rubbish, trash, worthless, unwanted
Often enough,
Somewhere along the lines
We start believing it.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight thoughts
Thơ ca"there's a fine line between love and hate. sometimes I wonder if that line is only made out of the thin streak of my tears, or the remnants of my heart." - Love & Hate, @the_butterfly_meadow Pen...
