Poetry of the Disturbed

Wretched

I hate this

I hate my body

I hate myself

I should love myself

It's hopeless

It's all hopeless

Isn't it

I'm awful

I'm strange

I'm different

Odd

Changed

Bruised

Hated

Loved

My family tries to help

But they just can't

No one can help it

It's a personal battle

Each day just brings sorrow to me

No matter how much I try

It just doesn't work

I'm sorry to all of my readers

It seems like I'm just a whiny teen

Who just doesn't appreciate

What he has

But this is defining me

Isn't it?

Can you not see it in my eyes?

I don't like this

I don't like me

 I am what I am

I will always be the same person

Delusional

Fun

Different

Ugly

Bold

Creative

Heartbroken

All describe me

They portray what I've lost

And what I've forgotten

These simple words

sting...