I’m a walking insult.
I’m a *******.
I’m a ******* mistake.
No, that felt too dignifying.
Is that more than what I deserve?
Did that make you laugh?
Your jokes describe me too well.
I nod with every letter said.
I feel my face flush scarlet
So ashamed I change —
real defining clue of myself —
like a snake skin sheds.
I want to be dehumanised.
I want to be violated
I want them to forget me.
I want to be an empty vessel.
I want to slit my throat.
I don’t want your warm affection.
Now my dreams echo hollow.
Every night, my head against the pillow,
revising every morsel I swallowed,
hoping there is no tomorrow —
As I walk to join the hanging bodies in the gallows.
They laugh and frolic in the sun with their slim waists.
You say I’m kind. Considerate,
but I just want your validation.
I’m a narcissist to the core.
Hope I’m not the bile in your throat,
or the acid that burns your hollow heart.
Did that make you laugh?
"Is it a wonder I broke, lets hear one more joke"