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#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.
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
According To You
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
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
Missing Page
****** ***** 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?
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC
His Precious Child
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.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
The Performance
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
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
Hunted
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
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Bound By Rubber And Cement
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
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
Talking Owls of Evermoor