Who came up with the word slaughter?
did they think killing things was funny?

I can't be bothered with this
I'm writing the same ****
in every way I can think of
yet these sessions of venting
just build up my hate
and make me regret
I'm afraid to tell someone
in case they don't accept
but I need to be free
free to be me
sorry for this terrible rhyme scheme
but it's flowing free
and structure isn't working for me

I live trying to not
exhaust myself by
keeping up. But trying
not to fall behind
as that can be just as bad.
Just sticking
to the middle and
remaining there.
Average. Inbetween
the top
and the bottom.
Unseen and overlooked.

For a long time
I wanted to tell you
but I seem to miss
every opportunity
to tell you this
and every time I see
you I want to
tell you.
But I can't.

All you are is a ghost
from my past
But no matter what
you won't stop haunting me