You don't understand,
How positive I used to be.
I want to blame you,
Make you believe you caused this.
But I can't do that to you,
I am not selfish enough to do so.
I need someone to blame for this,
But I can't blame a person,
So I take the blame,
For being worthless,
For feeling like I am not worth,
Even a single word of praise.
Now any accomplishment,
Or any compliment,
Is forced to be insignificant,
With the words,
"You're still worthless."
Written beside it in angry red ink.
I just want to be proud of myself again.
Why is that so impossible?
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
