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Feb 2015
Shh, did you hear that?
That taunting voice,
it plagues me constantly
singing its cruel song.
Shh, listen I can hear it now....

Second place,
Runner up,
you'll never be good enough.
<stop>
Loser,
Whatever,
Just disappear forever.
<no>
You aren't liked,
You aren't loved,
Why don't you. Just. Give. Up.
<shut up>
You're nothing,
a no one,
and you're never going to be one
<leave me alone>
Poor little baby,
are you going to cry?
Why don't you go and die
<please just go>
Aww poor little baby
can you not take it anymore?
Ugh, that's why being with you is such a chore.
<please >
They don't really like you
can't you see?
They're all going to leave you eventually
<no you're wrong>
They're only being nice
that's what it is,
and you know soon it will end.
<just shut up>
You will never be first,
or second or third,
because you are a waste of space that calls itself a person.
<...>
A waste of space
no one can truly stand,
just an unwanted backup plan.
Unwanted, unloved
stupid waste of space.
It would be better for everyone if you disappeared without a trace.
<...>
You know it as well as I,
it would be better for everyone if you'd just die.
<no, no, no. shut up. shut UP. SHUT UP.>
<why do you torture me every night and every day?
why won't you leave me alone, no matter what i say?
i wish you'd leave me alone and let me be.
for all i wish for is to be free,
from you and your taunting,
you're torturing me.
all I want is for you to leave.>
I can't leave, and that is the truth,
because who I am is, well, I'm you.
Dakarai Imanii Asher
Written by
Dakarai Imanii Asher  America
(America)   
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