Sunday, May 4, 2014

Jokes? Is that what they are called. . .

Why do I take everything you tell me to heart?
I know you're joking, but for you it must be an art.
You pierce me with your staggering words and act like you're immune to mine.
You disappear into the wild and make me so frustrated that everything seems in vain.
I try to avoid you, stay away from you, ignore you but all for what?
so that my heart will suffer in pain? and you laugh it off as a silly joke.
What worries me is not your silly jokes but it's my carelessness that let's my temper slip,
makes my heart race and my brain go wild. Every thing about you disgusts me, I don't even want to see your face, but it's so perfect how can I look away?
I'm pathetic,  I know you don't have to make it so obvious!
You push my self esteem lower and lower I can barely face myself in the mirror.
I scream SCREW YOU at the thought of you and cringe at myself but how can I let such a person bully me?
'Ever heard of loving yourself? forget that bitch and head the other way. '

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