My existence is harmful
I'm very scornful
I'm very unhelpful
My existence became stressful
Sometimes I'm detrimental
My birth was accidental
Counselors were ineffective
I felt defective
It ended up pointless
I ended up voiceless
Fighting was futile
School life was brutal
It was useless
My stepdad was ruthless
I was unproductive
I couldn't take it, I was disruptive
I became inefficient
All my memories are reminiscent
I found myself undesirable
I was unrecognizable
My parents thought I was very eruptive
My mind felt corrupted
- Author: haleyalexis ( Offline)
- Published: September 27th, 2021 23:31
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
and yet!
here you are, screaming your Truth loud and Proud
and sharing boldly, without restraint or any hindrance to your words or intent..
these too: is a small miracle
to pillar your Rise upon,
these too, is a utility you can cultivate, to strive
for the Better you deserve..
now, will you choose to shed and grasp the Potential that awaits
or waste it,
lamenting endlessly in perpetual futility?
either way, I - for one
wish you, All the Best!
(thanks for choosing to share and for choosing to Fight!)
I will continue to fight, thank you, I'm glad you like the poem!
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