I drown in the depths of your ocean
I hang from the noose of your words
I suffocate as you take the air I breathe
I am pale from your winter so absurd

I burn by the scorching heat of your dessert
I am lost in your maze of lies
I am scarred by the blade of your selfishness
And I am blinded by the beauty of your light

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When a Lover is a Beggar
Abject is his Knee—
When a Lover is an Owner
Different is he—

What he begged is then the Beggar—
Oh disparity—
Bread of Heaven resents bestowal
Like an obloquy—

I'm exhausted with all the judgement
Burned with salt in my eyes
I never did anything wrong
Yet for some reason
I'm never enough
Not just for you for anyone
I'm tired of looking to myself
To figure out why you
Are so arrogant and condescending
Like my picture, follow me?
That would mean I did
Even one thing right
When you only act as if I'm wrong
Why do we judge each other?
Why is their creative expression
So far superior to everyone else's?
Why is it that we look to impress?
We turn to drugs, to numb the taste
Of inadequacy and distress
Why do I care if you care?
Why am I human?
Why is this my soul?
And why is this,
Who I am
So **** wrong to everyone

I want to write a poem
But I can't feel the complex, poetic emotions
I only feel hurt.
I can only hear the blood rushing in my ears
I can't see through my tears
My hands are shaking to hard
I can't think.
I could write a poem but
Stupid
Stupid
Stupid
Stupid
Isn't a poem.
And right now with my pen to the paper
that's all that will come to my mind