Poem
Do you hate my poems?
They are not for you.
I'm healing through my art,
My dark poetry stays true.
You can’t bring me down, of course.
Think you'll make me feel worse?
You can not bring me down.
Because I'll do that on my own.
There's nothing you can say
That'll make me feel denied.
There's nothing you can say
That will hurt me deep inside.
There's nothing you can say
That I haven’t told myself.
You want to mutilate me?
I've done that, too, as well.
Even those who love me
Can claim a piece of my mood.
Their words race in my mind,
Louder than you ever could.
Your petty tantrum
Won't make me fall.
I am still writing… uhm.
I guess you did it after all.
(Stupid me)
(I'm always a failure)
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