Confidence lost
Is
Worthlessness gained
And drilled deep
In my head
For days
I will die
A lonely
Shaking kind
Of human
Lost
In what I am
As defined by society
I am
disposable
Like an empty coffee cup
Tossed into the abyss
And left to decay
While those who stand around me
Yell
and tell me to
Do
Better
Because they told me
I am
Worthless
And worth less than them
And my heart aches
At the thought
Of
Believing it
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
