normally i don't call anyone out
no matter what they did to me
what their actions made me feel
even if it wasn't to hurt me
i'll never call you out
you call me out on mine
everyone does
telling me that i'm this or that
never what i truly am
i'm reminded of my mistakes
i'm reminded that i am small
in a world full of people who call themselves perfect
i process hurt on my own
i process anger on my own
because i don't want to hurt anyone anymore
i don't want to cry anymore
when i do i get upset with myself
i think to myself how could you do this to me
it doesn't just hurt
it burns a hole in my heart every time my mind decides to wander
i get so in my head that i don't want to think any longer
i'm stuck on the thought
like a song on a constant loop
i just call myself crazy for feeling the way i do
so i do not feel the need to call out to you
i'm shamed like a disgrace
a discarded dog stared at in pure distaste
i won't tell you when this hurts
i'll let this eat me up from the inside out
maybe my guts will spill
my mouth will never open
my thoughts might wander a little too far
but you'll pull me back the moment you call me out
the cycle repeats
here i am again
almost exploding like the walls are caving in
seeing red and not a single shade of you
jealousy or hurt i can't chose
my god just remove this memory from out of my brain
i wish i never knew
it's driving me fucking insane
so insane i'll just call myself crazy once again
or maybe psychotic fits the image
the way i itch my body at the thought of the taste
you say you regret it but are you lying to my face
i'm not trying to call you out it's not what i do
but at this point, i'm out of options to choose
it's been months and i still can't get it to leave
it's the worst thing to ever happen and you didn't even cheat
it was before our new chapter so i don't have the right to be upset
but come on did my friends come in set
why
is the only word i think
maybe this is the moment i'll admit it
i don't think i can carry this any longer
i'm not getting any stronger
maybe this is the day
or the time
i hope i don't scream or blurt it out
but this time i'm calling you out
YOU ARE READING
take it how you want it
Poetrythis is a series of poems i have written about past and current events. everyone handles emotions differently, here is how i handle mine