This isn't a poem. Just a conversation.
I feel like I keep being thrown in the same scenario over and over again with different people. Everything others do that is forgiven, however if I do someone wrong once, I'm merely a dirt to be stepped on and never to be spoken of again. Why do others get away with everything but me? Why do others insult? Do wrong? Judge? And never get wronged? Why must I always be wronged for the minimal things? Is it my physique? Does it disgust them all? I wish I wasn't myself. Perhaps, then people would not put all the anger and rage on me. Why must I always give people the world and receive nothing in return? Why must you be nice to all but me? The one person who goes out their way for you. Is it my physique? It must be. I'm not as beautiful, as popular or as fun. I'm ugly, mean, and I don't deserve anyone's kindness, I'm no one. I'm shit.
It's been proven again and again. Everyone leaves. I'm the lowest of the food chain. The month mark was hit. It is done. You will leave too. Nobody stays. I do not deserve such kindness as I am ugly scum who isn't as beautiful and fun as the rest. Kill me. Someone kill me.
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