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I tried to
show me
Why I
loathe me
I sit in
the dark
Cause I can't
stand me
Doesn't matter if
I say
I'm sorry
to myself
There's no
forgiving me
I know that
the thing
That disgusts me
is me
It's the way
You walk by me
Or the way
You talk to me
Or the way
You look at me
And the thing killing me
Is I worry you don't
Actually see me
 5d Purbita
Nikita
The version of me you never met
Was the best secret that I ever kept

False smiles and a witty joke
You'll never see past the positivity cloak

Why would I tell you I'm not fine
When you don't let me in your mind

Hair up and makeup done
You'll never see me in the evening sun

Meals prepped, trash stashed away
You hear only what I want to say

Even this account is best kept private
If you knew my truth, you'd never survive it
 May 2 Purbita
rick
all that pain
and belittlement
you served me
day and night
when no one
was looking
made the little
man within you
feel much, much,
much bigger
but now you
stand before me
weeping
with no teeth
and the big man
within me
has forgiven you.
 May 1 Purbita
AWURAA
I checked once.
I checked twice,
I checked thrice
and that third time
  became obsession.
Fixed, call it oppression.
I hate failing in things that do not matter.
I enjoy perfection, the ironic thing is I can never be perfect.
At times I think, the things I deem as perfect, God is looking from above thinking,
"This child of mine dierr."
 May 1 Purbita
AWURAA
I am much more sentimental than my younger self would like me to be.
A love for poetry, my feelings and all things sappy.

I am much more sentimental than my younger self would like me to be.
My eyes that water at the tolerable words you tell me.

I am much more sentimental than my younger self would like me to be.
I want to forget the past but this nostalgia's calling for me.
 Apr 30 Purbita
Gustavo G
I am weird  
Born weird  
And in the desperate urge not to be  
I tried to take another form —  
A shape made from a mold that wasn’t mine.

And the pain of not fitting into what was expected off me…  
Turned into despair.

Claustrophobic, crushed  
Inside a mold that was never made for my shape.

And the pain?  
The pain of the molds  
Was greater than the despair itself.

Still, I go on
Still…  
Weird.

— The End —