They tease me I like you
They whistle "You like her!"
And I respond, "No! I hate her!"

But I actually love you.

I love you so much I wonder if this is wrong.
I want to tell you I love you but I don't feel worthy.

I don't feel worthy.
A person like me.  
Loving a person like you.

I have no power, wisdom, beauty.
You probably hate me.

You know, actually, most of my poems are about you. See?
I'm now confused.


I don't feel worthy to like you.

If I told you I did, you would be surprised. And our distances would get more further away.



I can spill it all out here. No one will know!




















**I love you. And I've always wished you'd love me back. But we're not a good pair.

I was a fighter when I was little.

I got angry easily
and couldn't hold my anger.
It was a big deal. I would punch and kick and pinch.

My mom would get mad at me. Spank me. Telling me to control myself.

"Control your anger,"

Yeah mom well guess what?
Maybe adults aren't really that perfect. Maybe sometimes they're wrong.

Because, now? I hold my anger too much.

I am too kind.

I feel emotionless




Now I don't even know what being mad feels like.

"Would you stop hurting yourself?"

That was me before

But now I'm changed


I quit trying to be nice
I quit stop hurting myself
I quit holding my anger
I quit hiding myself
I quit everything I've been holding.

Pretend like nothing will happen

Slit a scar through my throat

Bang my head to a wall

Knowing it will hurt.

I'm tired of holding it.

The same nightmare repeating itself again and again.
Me being ignored over and over.

Let's jump into a horror of flames
Let us cut our hands of and drink the blood
Let me say hello to a group of murderers.

knowing it will hurt

No one can stop me now!
You can't do it!
I'll go wild!
See me!

Watch me you foolish small girl
See what you did to me
Small ignorant girl

See?





*Look at what you did to me now