i found myself
back in that place i hated
i was nothing like i thought i was
i was so much more
interesting
my hair fell messily over my face
and my throat croaked awful words
it hurt me more then them
because i thought i was better then them
but i wasn't
i was just like the rest of them
or the rest of us
my heart ripped everything out of everyone else
and my smile sliced off everyone else's
and they thought i was helping
but the fuck i was not
and i tried not to let them know
that id be out before them
and i tried not to hurt them more
because damn we were hurt
and that woman i lied too
i didn't need to be there
i wasn't like those kids
someone made a mistake
told me that i was
sick
broken
disturbed
and that there was
something wrong
inside my brain
she was so right
and i was so ignorant
and fuck i was angry
i told her she was wrong
and that she wasn't good at her job
and that she made things worse
she responded
that if things were worse
i needed to be there a bit longer
so yes i found myself in the devils daughter
and i found myself in hell
and i found myself with the demons
and i found that
i was a demon
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glass buttons (poetry)
Poetryyou were like glass buttons every time i pressed too hard you broke even though i was doing it right you still fucking broke and you made me feel like i was doing it wrong and damn, you were beautiful but shit i cant tell if you were too gent...
