#despised
I am:
Disturbed
Cheap
Narcissistic
Selfish
Lost
Stupid
Worthless
Unattractive
Inadequate
Boring
A mistake
Ugly
Useless
Dreadful
Maybe. But I'm still your wife. And I DO love you.
It's effortless.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
A page not meant to be written
I conceal the words never meant to be read
From the book I was torn
Left to wither on a counter-top
Eventually met with scorn, and burned to ash merely as a way to move forward
For my words could never be accepted
Only rejected
Despised by the masses for standing out so proudly
The once golden page that defined the book
Reduced to nothing more than a pile of soot
Simply for the words that couldn't be understood
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
******
*****
Worthless...
*****
The silence that filled her room has hurt her more.
Her thoughts and dreams and hopes defiled-
Did God forget His precious child?
She fell in love with the devil's charms-
Sweet promises to bring her no harm.
Now, what was left of her heart once mild?
Did God despise His precious child?
Familiar faces and sweet memories gone.
Oh, dearest Father, what wrong have I done-
That you seem to refuse to see my heart's truest and purest desires?
Tell me father,did you forsake your precious child?
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC
I've placed a shield around me,
To hide my inner shame.
There are demons found inside me,
That I never seem to tame.
My mind is an asylum,
Where I live in my restraints.
It keeps me bound in silence,
And my essence it does taint.
I feel alone and undeserving,
Of the me I keep inside.
It's for my own protection,
So I can never be despised.
If they reject my performance,
It has no affect on me.
Because it's not me they hate,
But the me I pretend to be.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
We are the hunted
the hated
who run in packs
separate but equal
rarely together
but with similar purpose
a singular goal
to make it
through life
We are despised
for our existence
Some are fat, yet starved
Others are slutty and ravenous
Every day is a struggle
We **** and feast
fight and pray
and too often
we lose
Love is fleeting
never predictable
It's the knowledge, you see
We are but temporary
lovers, workers, friends
That truth brings about
the sadness
the madness
the end
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
My thoughts are rubber
My words are cement
My thoughts grip me
and snap back
into my head full force
each time they try to escape
My words are concrete and imposing
I can't seem to take them back
no matter how hard I try
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Beneath the bends of Barrymore
On the southwest winds she chants some more
The clouds scoot by beneath the moon
Some say she's crazy like the loon
Dressed in black she cackles back
Tossing ashes from a sack
She throws her body down
And moans and sobs into the ground
A dagger she does draw it forth
Holding it up for all its worth
She shrieks and damns her birth
And plunges it deep into her heart . . .
So ends the life of the despised young **** . . .
Now the owls come silently in
Alighting next to still warm skin
All walk around the disposed young beast
Only uttering "Who" to say the least
Then the great owl comes fluttering in
He'd be a giant if he were made of men
He collectively surveys the scene
Takes a few steps before he says a thing
"Take her body to Evermoor"
The great one orders and implores
And all the owls take to wing
Holding the remains of the breathless thing
And take her earthly shell away
And as drops of blood fell from the flow
to the earth a white rose would grow
Leaving a trail
To the land as some will say
To the sacred woods of Evermoor
Yes sacredness in evermore
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC