Just a little unworthy
Is what I am
Just a little uncalled for
Is what you tell me
Just a little bit messy
But that's the way I amI can't fix the way
That I do these things
I'm so impulsive
And in the end that makes me
Just a little messed upI'm tired of scrambling all my thoughts
And wondering if I am enough
Because with how far I've gotten
Nobody's proved to me that I deserve
To be loved and valuedI'm just a little bit loud
And I speak my mind
I'm a just a little too much
I don't believe
That anyone who knows me
Should put any effort into trying
To make me feel betterBecause this I know,
I'm bound to tear it all apart
One way or another
As I am just a little too toxic

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If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.
PoetryShitty short stories, poems, the feels.