YourButterfly - Hello Poetry

These words bleeding out on to the paper. This anger burning beneath. This hate crawling over my skin. All this is due to your misunderstanding due to your past due to your prejudice. I hate you. I hate you enough to hate me. Maybe it’s just a phase. You don’t hear my thoughts keeping me awake, you don’t hear what they say, you don’t know how much you hurt me. But maybe that’s just because I’m a teen. “Hey but no excuses right?” no excuses for the way I feel, no excuses for always being ‘in a mood’, no excuses for digging my nails into my skin to hold my tears, no excuses for wanting yell and scream, no excuses for hiding in my room. I’m just being dramatic. There is always a reason as you say. My reasons vary but it’s always going to fade away...

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4d ago

May 30, 2026 at 7:57 AM UTC

A Teenage Confession

These words bleeding out on to the paper. This anger burning beneath. This hate crawling over my skin. All this is due to your misunderstanding due to your past due to your prejudice. I hate you. I hate you enough to hate me. Maybe it’s just a phase. You don’t hear my thoughts keeping me awake, you don’t hear what they say, you don’t know how much you hurt me. But maybe that’s just because I’m a teen. “Hey but no excuses right?” no excuses for the way I feel, no excuses for always being ‘in a mood’, no excuses for digging my nails into my skin to hold my tears, no excuses for wanting yell and scream, no excuses for hiding in my room. I’m just being dramatic. There is always a reason as you say. My reasons vary but it’s always going to fade away...

5

“I'm sorry... I push you so hard. I don’t listen to you. I hurt you. I don’t take the time to care for you. I’m sorry for the fact that I hate you— I hate the way you look, the little scars, waves, and lines on you. Your weak knees and ankles, cracked lips, hairy arms, and strawberry legs. The number of my weight and all the little bits I notice as I glare at you in the mirror and any reflection. I compare you to everyone else, knowing I’ll never be like them. But just so you know, it’s not me. It’s that little bug in my head— A devil and a witch, hating and scheming, Casting a dark cloud of hatred and mistreated words that haunt me and fog my thoughts. There’s a wall blocking any reason or way to self-love. But I’m an actor with a mask, pretending to love myself so people don’t worry. I want to be sorry. I want to forgive. But I can’t. It’s too hard with all these thoughts and my messed-up mind. I am shattered glass.”

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5d ago

May 29, 2026 at 7:12 AM UTC

Dear me...

“I'm sorry... I push you so hard. I don’t listen to you. I hurt you. I don’t take the time to care for you. I’m sorry for the fact that I hate you— I hate the way you look, the little scars, waves, and lines on you. Your weak knees and ankles, cracked lips, hairy arms, and strawberry legs. The number of my weight and all the little bits I notice as I glare at you in the mirror and any reflection. I compare you to everyone else, knowing I’ll never be like them. But just so you know, it’s not me. It’s that little bug in my head— A devil and a witch, hating and scheming, Casting a dark cloud of hatred and mistreated words that haunt me and fog my thoughts. There’s a wall blocking any reason or way to self-love. But I’m an actor with a mask, pretending to love myself so people don’t worry. I want to be sorry. I want to forgive. But I can’t. It’s too hard with all these thoughts and my messed-up mind. I am shattered glass.”

24

You make me want to run away and never come back. You make me want to scream until my voice cracks and ends. Cry until there’s nothing left, say things I’ll regret, do things I don’t want to. You make me want to hate myself. You want me to turn into your little robot with no emotions. But how can I do that? My soul and emotions control me. How do I lock them away? No matter how hard I try, it’s impossible. Please understand this. I’ve tried telling you a million times that I’m trying harder, but you don’t hear a thing. So, I’m sorry. Just know that I’m trying my hardest every day to be the robot you want me to be

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5d ago

May 29, 2026 at 6:49 AM UTC

Your little robot

You make me want to run away and never come back. You make me want to scream until my voice cracks and ends. Cry until there’s nothing left, say things I’ll regret, do things I don’t want to. You make me want to hate myself. You want me to turn into your little robot with no emotions. But how can I do that? My soul and emotions control me. How do I lock them away? No matter how hard I try, it’s impossible. Please understand this. I’ve tried telling you a million times that I’m trying harder, but you don’t hear a thing. So, I’m sorry. Just know that I’m trying my hardest every day to be the robot you want me to be

2

“She's her parents' pride and joy. Her skin as soft as cotton, clear as glass, hair silkier than silk, hourglass-shaped body—she was a gift from the gods themselves. They loved her, worshipped her. Yet she weeps as the silence surrounds her, alone, hugged by ghosts that she craves. Slowly she disappears into the stereotypes people expect her to be. She was never a person; rather, she was a puppet, a perfect picture, a reflection of one's greed and definition of perfections cost.”

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5d ago

May 29, 2026 at 6:41 AM UTC

A perfect reflection

“She's her parents' pride and joy. Her skin as soft as cotton, clear as glass, hair silkier than silk, hourglass-shaped body—she was a gift from the gods themselves. They loved her, worshipped her. Yet she weeps as the silence surrounds her, alone, hugged by ghosts that she craves. Slowly she disappears into the stereotypes people expect her to be. She was never a person; rather, she was a puppet, a perfect picture, a reflection of one's greed and definition of perfections cost.”

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