I couldn't tell you that I'm the best person
Or that I'm proud of things I do
I can't tell you that I smile at the things I've said
And I can't tell you that I'm a good friend.
I will never say that I'm funny.
Or beautiful, or kind, or good.
You'll never hear anything bordering conceited
Because that's what I truly believe.
Everything I do might be good for a second,
But when I look back I cringe.
I hate everything I write and draw
And I hate that I am not sure how to love.
I hate the face that I scan in the mirror
And I hate my personality.
It's like a big dark shadow over my head,
One that keeps me in check.
One that brings up every single comment,
even misspoken words or meant-to-be-jokes
To make sure I think of myself as loveless.
And disgusting.
And make sure I can never see my flaws as beautiful,
like you can in books and fantasies.
Make sure everything I do needs to be fixed
That I can never be satisfied with anything.
Then there's that one second
one fucking moment
I feel good.
And then it's ruined by my big scary shadow.
Or it's ruined by overthinking
Or it's ruined by your silence.
And my flaws kill me.
It's as if I can only see good in the people around me,
The ones who don't mean to hurt me,
(even if they do)
and instead of seeing all the bad in the world
I take it upon myself
To punish myself for the bad.
So I write my flaws and fuck-ups in blood
Even though some of the reasons I do so
Have never even existed.
And maybe someone cares
But the thoughts of
"They think I mean something."
and
"I should tell them they're hurting me."
Is drowned out by my big shadow
That says
"Don't make everything about you!"
"You're selfish and disgusting!"
"What is wrong with you!"
And I'm told to leave the 'self concious thing' behind
And to stop being an attention whore.
But I don't think you understand
That I see everything right with me
A wrong
And a mistake
And everything wrong
is something even worse.
Like I'm just one big
Scary,
Dark,
Shadow of flaws.
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of rants and poems.
Poetrybasically a bunch of raw emotions compiled into sentences and so-called stanzas of free-verse. if you could even call it that. either way, trigger warning and things like that. also it's unedited blasts of feelings and ranting. it's not something i...