A poem addressing feelings of loneliness and duality. |
Ugly, fat, unworthy, alone. Thoughts that plague me if I'm left on my own. In a room full of people, laughing and fun! Every atom in my body wants me to run. I know I'm too much, trying too hard, My perosona a fake; I'm always on guard. Afriaid to be hurt, but in need of affection, Clinging on to the smallest hope of connection. Always hungry, drinking too much; Abusing control as a comforting crutch. Feeling anxious, depressed, my mood is low, I have no idea who to trust or where I can go. Each day I go on and strive to be more, Ignoring interactions where I feel like a whore. Used and abused - shamefully placid, Tormenting my body, running it ragged. Nobody loves me the way that I need - They're selfish, judgemental and full of greed. I hope someone sees me, with faults and quirks. A sweet, kind girl with a cheeky smirk. Stubborn as hell and independently strong. Awkwardly trying, often getting it wrong. Sometimes I'm funny, a little off beat. Never willing to give in or admit defeat. I'm hardly a princess, yet know I'm a queen. Unwanted I'm waiting, just to be seen. |