Someone's in my head.
But it's not me.
They whisper sweet words that pierce my soul
and shatter my self-confidence.
I hate them, but I need them to stay.
They push me down when I'm already on the ground
and they spit in my face.
It hurts, but the pain is a familiar sensation.
They look the other way like I'm not even there
and I don't blame them.
I wouldn't want to be seen with me either.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
Someone's in my head.
But it's not me.
They whisper sweet words that pierce my soul
and shatter my self-confidence.
I hate them, but I need them to stay.
They push me down when I'm already on the ground
and they spit in my face.
It hurts, but the pain is a familiar sensation.
They look the other way like I'm not even there
and I don't blame them.
I wouldn't want to be seen with me either.
