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Me: Pale eyes, Big thighs, and flat hair Chest that resembles waves And skin like the dead leaves of the fall You: Eyes like honey dew, Artistic mountain-like figures your voice drew You seem to be perfect, don't you? With the way you batter your eyelids and my lids, they cause hurricane winds Rough draft copies of tragedies My life a constant mixture of sin and sanity You, you're trapped in vanity. Am I a buffalo, with a targets on my sides? You're bullet of jokes stings. I bleed blood from my eyes I wish I was the carcass now, But the other half of me continues to go on now. You seem to hate my posture Hate the way my mouth cracks under all the pressure. Sue, SUE, SUE, SUICIDE WHERE YOU ASIDE from when I need you to wipe the tears, my eyes Is it when I'm alone and vulnerable you seem to want to comfort me? I wouldn't blame you to not want to be seen with The **** of the joke. I do not like the way your larynx lashes out to me Like whips to a slave Leaving scars, the words My skin, the page. But it's ok. I'll take the pain. After all it's just a joke It's only a game Even though your self esteem won't be the same. Relax, don't go insane. That's one of the joys (the pain) of being the **** of the joke
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
The **** of the Joke
Me: Pale eyes, Big thighs, and flat hair Chest that resembles waves And skin like the dead leaves of the fall You: Eyes like honey dew, Artistic mountain-like figures your voice drew You seem to be perfect, don't you? With the way you batter your eyelids and my lids, they cause hurricane winds Rough draft copies of tragedies My life a constant mixture of sin and sanity You, you're trapped in vanity. Am I a buffalo, with a targets on my sides? You're bullet of jokes stings. I bleed blood from my eyes I wish I was the carcass now, But the other half of me continues to go on now. You seem to hate my posture Hate the way my mouth cracks under all the pressure. Sue, SUE, SUE, SUICIDE WHERE YOU ASIDE from when I need you to wipe the tears, my eyes Is it when I'm alone and vulnerable you seem to want to comfort me? I wouldn't blame you to not want to be seen with The **** of the joke. I do not like the way your larynx lashes out to me Like whips to a slave Leaving scars, the words My skin, the page. But it's ok. I'll take the pain. After all it's just a joke It's only a game Even though your self esteem won't be the same. Relax, don't go insane. That's one of the joys (the pain) of being the **** of the joke
Not my best.. I'm still growing.
#pain#jokes#self-esteem#bullying#embarassment
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kendra-wilson
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
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