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Dec 2016
All these words
Swirling around in my head…

I have so much to say
But I don't know how

I feel like such a failure lately

All I've heard
Is how little I'm worth

And if it's such a popular opinion
Surely it's true

The only time
Anyone wants to listen to me
Is when my clothes fall on the floor
Piled on my dignity

You would think I'd be used to it
By now

I mean all I'm good for

All I've ever been good for

Is ***

I'm a pretty little toy
Used and discarded
Worthless
Unless I'm in bed

But still
I climb under those sheets

Just to feel like I matter
Even if it's only for a moment.

I'm drowning in this guilt
Drowning in my shame

Drowning just to feel
Alive

I have all these words
Swirling around in my head…

But they've never mattered,
And they never will.
Elphaba
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Elphaba
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