I look pathetic when I cry.
My eyebrows come together
My eyes squint
My mouth curls
I sound pathetic when I cry.
Childish whines
Gasping for air
I can never catch my breath
Most of all, I feel pathetic.
The fact that I let you do this to me
Over and over again
Makes me think
What am I if I let you
Play with my emotions like this?
How much more value do I have than
The dirt on the floor?
The spit on the sidewalk?
The dust on the shelves?
What am I?
What am I?
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My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.