Fight with me, shout at me, get up in my face,
Bad mouth me, silence me, put me in my place.
Tell me all the things I am from dick to crazy bitch,
Show me how it near kills you when I hit my motivation switch.
Go on tell me how I should and how I shouldn't be,
Don't take a single moment, to consider healthy me.
Don't regard my feelings, in one ear and out the other,
Just tell me to fuck right up cause I'm a stupid fucker.
Make me feel disgraced at the person that I am,
Watch me as I unravel and quickly lose my calm.
But don't let me defend myself cause sure I do not matter,
Comment on my weight and tell me how I'm getting fatter!
Understanding is not an option IN THIS PART OF MY MIND,
I believe everything i say to myself, no escape of any kind.
I fight with me, shout at me, get up in my own face,
And do what i do best, make me feel like a fucking waste of space!!
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Author:
Renzi Mars (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2017 02:30
- Comment from author about the poem: It's all me ..
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
You are not a waste of space, you are yourself and are unique and therefore so special
Thankyou lovely x
Cogito ergo sum (I think, therefore I am). In your case it should be: I write, therefore I am. And what you are is a very gifted writer.
(Sorry, couldn't come up with anything negative. I like your writing too much for that.)
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