Said I did things that I didn't
Lied to make youself top dog.
You want to be pitied,
you're selfish,
judgmental,
A rude, inappropriate hog.Can't imagine what it must
be like to be you,
your dream come true,but I'm so fucking glad
that I'm not you.I'm done with this, these mind games.
My limit has been reached.
Confusion clouds my thoughts
And my security's been breached.I'm trying not to let you
drive me right out of my mind.
But sometimes it's so difficult..
Insanity's such a short drive.There are some things I can handle,
Some things I can face,
But no one holds a candle to
your ever-troubling face.I hate your lies.
I hate your games.
Even the smile on your face
Is painful for me to see.And every breath you breathe
Includes
A slash at who I am inside.
Reveals to all what I try to hide.
You laugh
and part of me just dies.Happiness is so relative.
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A/n:
Dear Dad,
fuck you.
Sincerely, Me
Anyways, eh-hem, awkward moment, now that I've got that off my chest...
What's up?
Yeah, okay, no.
You guys ever just despise someone so much that even their happiness just fucking kills you inside? Their smile, their laughter, god, their approval, it's just completely and totally unbearable?
Yeah, well if you do understand that, you are so welcome for the relatable, crudely written poetry.
Bye.
Vote and comment if you want but I suck at writing poetry so you probably won't bother. ..Damn..I'm in a really bad mood.
Welp, wanna make me happy?
Tell me a secret you have that you never told anyone about. I'm interested in hearing what you have to say, I've been thinking about secrets and things like that a lot recently..
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The Things I Leave Unsaid
PoetryMy thoughts in poems. I'm not suicidal or even truly unhappy. I'm just confused and lost and I hope someone out there understands. These are the everyday thoughts I have that float around in my mind. This is my life, in poems. I like my poems and I...