I'm not a hostile person
I keep my calm
I rarely express an opinion
Out of panic someone will disagree
I can't even look at you anymore
Because just a look
Makes me hear all the things
You've said to me
You make me believe
That everything I think about
All of my principles
All of my morals
All of my opinions
Everything that makes up my heart
Is bullshit
That everything I love
Is wrong
I hate you
Because you're right
Everything you've said to me
Is right
Your hatred
Of everything I love
The things that make my heart pump
And fill me with joy and positivity
Is the spawn of Satan
How can you convince me
That I am so small
That I am so worthless and weak
I thought
You loved me
Yet you diminish me
To nothing more than a
Spec of dust
You don't hurt me
You just hurt everything around me
Which makes me know
How worthless I am
You remind me each day
Of how worthless I am
You claim your importance
Is more important
Than anything I know
It's no exaggeration
It's no lie
You
Make
Me
Feel
Nothing
More
Than
Worthless
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Bonded With Tears (7)
PoetryA poetry book. A semi-story based loosely on real life events, mainly my emotions amplified on paper. Also linked to the idea of homelessness.
