I just think it's kind of stupid
That there's a voice in my head that dedicates its entire existence
To trying to put me down and making sure I know how much it hates me.
The voice puts in so much effort, making sure I know that I'll never amount to anything,
Telling me how much of a failure I am,
Telling me how everyone hates me
And how I'll never be an adequate partner, let alone friend.
I mean wow, bud,
I can see you're working hard to make sure I hate everything about myself,
But... why would you want to dedicate your whole life to something like that?
Seems kinda weird to me.
3/30/2019
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Poetry by a Nonbinary Dweeb
PoetryWelcome back to, once again, some of the least poetic poetry you'll ever read! This is sort of a continuation of my first poetry book, Swoosh. You don't have to have read my previous poetry book to read this, but if you wanna check out my old poetry...
