My mind


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 Offline)
  • Published: September 27th, 2021 23:31
  • Category: Sad
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.


  • L. B. Mek

    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!)

    • haleyalexis

      I will continue to fight, thank you, I'm glad you like the poem!

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