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Why?

I have a question For my friends Of single perspective I've been pensive And holding my thoughts To my chest Always neglected I'm not even second best If I had the choice I'd raise my voice And scream up to the heavens Why am I not good enough? Why do I Get left behind Like some forgotten toy Am I meant to constantly Be ignored? Ripped up? Thrown away? Destroyed? What's so wrong with me? I think I'm ugly And 15 people disagree And of those 15 people Not a one would actually spend time with me Then I think It's gotta be my teeth right? But no, Because I've seen them with worse So is it my personality? Yeah I have issues But most of them I deal with on my own Am I too quiet? Too shy? Is that why I'm always alone? Fuck man I just don't know any more Maybe I'm just bore No that's not the case Maybe my time is just fun to waste God this feeling has me on the floor I'm screaming To my ceiling What the fuck did you tell me you liked me for??
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steven-forrester
32 / Non-binary / American
Published
Sep 17, 2019
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#why#love#anger#passion#fuck#hurt
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