#belittled
Sat for dinner, let’s have a meal
I’m gazing left and right,
The goal's to avoid eye contact.
Swallowing,
The taste is alright but I can’t hold a fight.
That masterly delivery -
A simmered misery,
Served daily.
Cooking the exact words to belittle
My stomach grows humble.
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Parents,
I’d like to be brave but I bury
In spite of my age I hurry.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
They always think I'm dumb
That I don't understand,
I don't know what I'm talking about- I don't have a plan
I ask questions if I don't have a clue, so why is it assumed I don't know what to do?
I'm educated, I always got good grades
Why does everyone treat me like I live in a daze?
They double check me- every word that leaves my mouth, I'm never met with equal standing only others doubts
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 3:01 PM UTC
Care for you..
Care for you, is underrated.
Cause in reality no one is going to care for you more than you.
Sep 25, 2023
Sep 25, 2023 at 9:06 PM UTC
We are done.
I will no longer sit idle.
I will not wait for my friends to get hurt.
It is long past due,
we will not tolerate it any longer.
Do not make up excuses,
listen to what your friends tell you,
do not give the benefit of the doubt;
they do not deserve it.
If they make you feel
unloved, belittled, ignored, hurt, unsafe,
come to me.
If they call you names
***** ***** disposable, immature, a child,
come to me.
Tell, if you wish, all of how they have done you wrong.
Tell me, and I will tell you.
Dump Them.
Gone is the time of "It's none of my business"
Gone is the time of "It's not your relationship"
Gone is the time of "No one asked for your opinion"
That is my friend,
and I will no longer sit and let my friends be hurt.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
You constantly belittle me
You constantly insult me
You constantly make me feel weak
Every little thing you say
Strikes deep in my heart
The heart can only take so much
Before it just shuts off
But you want that don’t you?
You want to see me fall
And break
And just get out if your way
Gods it hurt
Someone who I loved as a brother
Started to bully me
You know things about me
Those things you promised never to bring up
Then you go and do it
In front of my parents
My friends
And the school
Do you know how that feels?
It makes me want to die
The fact I can’t even keep a friend
That won’t betray me
Makes me feel so SAD
And ANGRY
Everything you say
Just adds insult to the injury
You exposed my darkest secrets
My biggest fears
And my deepest passions
All for what?
To humiliate?
Shame?
Destroy maybe?
Well you succeeded
You hurt me
Your broke my trust
You made me stone hearted again
And I HATE you for that
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
I am constantly misread.
By the way I speak,
The words I write,
And the actions I do.
Everything is analyzed in such a way, today
That there is no way around it.
We are criticized,
Yelled at,
Belittled,
Because of words we did not say.
But for the interpretations people take from our
Words we speak,
Words we write,
And actions we do.
Life was simple back then
When I wasn’t constantly misread.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
Maybe begging you to stay was the reason
it was 5:30 a.m. and you told me I wasn't the one
and all of these poems are ******** and have nothing to do with anything that is going on in my head
but three months ago I tried to **** myself and you wouldn't answer your phone.
when you saw me the next night you told me everyone has bad days.
With beer in hand and stagger to your walk I believed you
Cause you were right,
everyone has bad days, I would never deny anyone of that
even my bad days are better than others
I have never had my stomach pumped,
I have never drank till I have passed out
I have never been in a car accident
but I have tasted the cold bitter remnants of what love was supposed to be after swallowing one too many pills
I have opened my skin in the attempt rid my blood of you
I have stained sheet after sheet with what I thought beautiful was,
still all I can hear is you preaching that it's just another bad day
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
sitting in the ash of protest,
roasting in clutching desires
nothing could I offer-
feeling so small and broken
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC