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Sep 2015
I'm the lowest
I'm not worthy
I'm right
because this is how you make me feel

I can't cook so I must be useless
My brain doesn't function normally
this is how you make me feel

My memory is shattered
and I don't have a mind of my own
I have no talents
this is how you make you feel

You get inside my head and I feel at one with you
this is nice
Then I'm angry and alone
because this is how you make me feel

I say why me
because I don't understand your obsession with me
I jab at you
because I'll never be yours
And then it doesn't make sense anymore
Written by
Iona Betts  St Albans
(St Albans)   
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