Am I too fat?
Am I too skinny?
Am I too weird?
Am I too much pressure?
Am I making your life too stressful?
Am I too much to handle?
Am I not pretty enough?
Am I not smart enough?
Am I not loveable enough?
What did I do wrong to deserve this?
Is there something wrong with me?
There's gotta be a pattern, doesn't there?
All these men cheat on me, I have to be the issue?
Should I apologize for not being enough?
These are questions I ask myself.
Every time I go to bed.
Right beside the man.
Who said his friend from school was the type of guy he'd fuck
And said he would come over to have sex with his friend from xbox if they had toys.
~ don't blame yourself, it's them
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Dream A Dream
PoetryEveryone goes through things, and I've been through a lot Everyone has a story, and mine is all in this book I hope you enjoy 🖤
