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  Mar 2018 Jessy
Jack
What would happen if I die?
Would anyone I love even cry?
Only capable of lust and to lie,
I wonder what it would be like to fly.

What would happen if I die?
Maybe it’s worth a try.
It’s not time yet though. Stay safe and live well. JYx
  Mar 2018 Jessy
Evelyn Genao
Don’t talk to me in that tone!
Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.

Why can’t you be more like your brother? He’s younger than you!
Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.

You need to lose weight! You’re too fat!
Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.

I am the mother! You are the daughter! I own you!
Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.

You are such a disappointment.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry mother.
I’m not the daughter you expect of me.
I will be
better.

Why am I never good enough for you?
You comment on my flaws, constantly, diminishing my already low self-esteem.
You compare me to others, saying how I should be more “like them.”
Will you love me if I’m compliant with your every wish?
I’m sorry I’m not your perfect daughter.
Stop reminding me that you love my brother more than me.

I’m sorry.
For being who I am.
For being different.
For bringing you pain.
For not being enough.

Please. Stop. Don't.
Your words. Won't leave.
My head. Hurts.
I don't want to listen.
Make it stop.
I can't take it anymore.
SHUT UP!

I’m sick of listening.
I’m sick of you.
I hate myself.
I hate you.

I know.
I should be more like him.
I know.
I am not perfect.
I know.
I do not have your love.
I know.
You hate me.
I KNOW.
I’m a disappointment.
this is a rant that I needed to get out the only way I know how, through poetry. Most Of it is true while some is made up to make the poem better. Like, love, repost, comment.
Jessy Mar 2018
crying on the floor
drowning in my tears
a puddle of salt water

cutting open wounds
drowning in my own blood
a puddle of redness

constantly overthinking
drowning in my depression
a puddle of self hatred
Jessy Feb 2018
Tonight is the night
I realized
the human mind
is truly the
scariest
thing
of
all
Jessy Feb 2018
I hate this
amazing
beautiful
heartwarming
fantastic
astonishing
holiday­

I love this
*******
stupid
disgusting
terrible
horrible
holiday
Jessy Feb 2018
Are you even
Real?
Or are you just an
Illusion?
Sometimes I think I
Made you up
Because no one could possibly
Hurt me this much
You can’t be real
You aren’t
Real
You are an illusion
You’re just an
i l l u s i o n
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