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Poetry

A collection of depressing poetry I've written. Not all of them are good, but they're real and I think that matters.

The Girl Who Was Sad

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by knbbbb4

by knbbbb4

I feel like whenever I'm here I am constantly misunderstood.

But I guess it's my fault because I never feel like clearing the air.

I never want to stand up for myself because I'm addicted to self-pity.

There are people who will always see me as girl who was sad.

It makes them feel better that they don't have to deal with it anymore (not that they ever did).

This constant looming obligation to be kind to me (as if that would save me somehow)

Became their burden.

I was a burden to them.

Frustrated because I don't recall asking to be saved.

To be fixed.

I'm not some project people can work on.

I refuse to be objectified like that.

I am more than that girl who was sad.

I am.