#lowselfesteem
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Awaken refreshed, hush the alarm, time for another caper,
cuddle with the kitty, good morning, my fuzzy lil slayer!
Feed the furballs, cereal for me, start the coffee maker,
may be a good day today, at least it looks good on paper.
Drain the main, check the mirror, what-up my _playa_—
wait a sec, is it my self-hate, or am I a little greyer?
Inhale my morning nicotine with a sugary caffeine chaser,
hazelnut and doubt, mmm, that's my favorite flavor...
Brush and shave, step into the Hypothetical Argument Simulator,
hope follows soap down the drain—oh well—see ya later!
All dressed up, glance to verify the happiness imitator,
hold my chin up high, but only for the cologne sprayer.
Front door locked, start the car, on the lookout for hidden radar,
try to outrun the bitterness, traffic jam, wish this were single-player.
Make it to work in one piece, if just the outer layer,
brain boiling beneath, my good old trusty traitor.
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
do you
Wonder Why
it’s the negative things
we tend to believe
When people practice
to deceive
Nine people say
Something good
Yet we glam onto
The one negative
Whether we
Should
I’m a daft
Old cow
A fat sough
Plain Jane
Implications
Of a name
I never
Thought
I was
Something
I was
Not
Brow beat from
Head to my feet
I could never
Measure up
The pedestal
Is too steep
We are the worst critics
In a cynic world we create
We never give
Ourselves a break
Go easy
For goodness sake
I was never one of the pretty people
Gilded Castle, Golden steeple
People in glass houses should never throw stones
Far Too much to atone
He who is without sin,
Cast the first stone
I’m A rough ragged Rock
With intentional purposeful refinement
Even while blemishes are detected
My inner self starting to show with no objective
Patient polish purposeful perfection
I became a brilliant diamond
Now I shine
I have grown in my reflection
No more negative rejection
Without stern objection
I’m No longer a whipping post
Live love, laugh Father Son Holy Ghost
Journey to self be a loving host
Inspired Songs;
1) Dream by Aerosmith 1973
2) I got a name by Jim Croce 1973
3) Be good to yourself by Frankie Miller 1977
4) Shining star by Earth, wind and fire 1975
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 2:46 AM UTC
Oh? Do you have a small amount of self-esteem?
You said yes? Let me bring it down lower for you
Come on everyone! Let’s do it as a team!
Don’t be mad; everyone has to have their fun too
Oh? Are those pimples on your face?
Hand me a marker and call me someone with grace
Can’t wait to play “Connect The Dots” on your face
Come on, don’t run away
Stay still for me
You’ve already locked yourself away
In the corner of your doom
Or may as well call it your room
Everyone has already got you surrounded, so what’s the point of running away?
Are you a male or female?
I can’t tell through the details
Your chest is too flat to the point where I suspect you’re a man
I’m not sorry; just saying this because I can
Your voice is disgusting
It’s making my ears turn into a state of bursting
Just stop talking and start walking
To the **** that has been lured to you
Yep! I’m talking to you
Hate to be rude
But it seems you can never listen
I’m not tired
Are you tired?
Of course you’re tired
You always look tired
Or… Sick
You’re always as skinny as a stick
Have you heard of gaining weight?
Or have you been making your appetite wait?
Are you that insecure about yourself?
You are that stupid that you don’t know that metabolism pills are on the shelf?
Why are you so nervous?
Did I get you?
Awwwww…. The girl is insecure!
Why the hell are you so flirty?
No wonder why you have no friends within the city
I wonder how your parents still love you
Look at you
You can’t even defend yourself
What a weak, disgusting, pathetic excuse of a individual you are
**** yourself
You're welcome for supporting your selfish decision
The ropes are on the shelf
Now go into Dazai position
Die
Die
Die
Die
And let all the others go by
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC
"YOUR GRADES ARE SLIPPING
WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU"
there are people in my grade that would **** for a C
an A- is not that bad
"I KNOW YOU CAN RUN FASTER
YOU'RE JUST NOT TRYING"
this is the fastest I can run
i'm sorry you're dissappointed
"YOU'RE EATING AGAIN
SLOW DOWN BIGGIE"
it's just a granola bar
I haven't eaten anything else all day
"NOBODY LIKES YOU
N O B O D Y"
...
it's fine
it's all fine
i'll fix it all
don't you worry
Mom
I promise no assignments will have less then 100 ever again
every 100%
every smiley face
every "good job!"
will be written on the paper with the blood from my wrists
Dad
I promise i'll run faster
i'll run until I throw up
no
even better
until I pass out
Meena
I promise to stop eating so much
matter fact i'll just stop eating altogether
and I won't start again
not until you can clearly see my ribs poking through my skin
and Lali
I promise
once I make everyone else happy
i'll make you happy
by ending it all
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 10:54 PM UTC
Being with you makes me feel stupidly in love.
Being with you put a stupid smile on my face.
When you don't show,
I feel so stupid,
for being so crazy about you!
Apr 22, 2023
Apr 22, 2023 at 6:03 AM UTC
Serving time
Doing lines
Making prison bars
Out of razor blades and credit cards
The only clean thing bout me are my arms
Cuz evreything i do harms Others or my self
Yelling for help
Where no one can see me
Tappin out S.O.S's
Who's gonna hear me
Swingin back and forth teeter and totter
Don't like myself
Wish i were hotter
Wanna be like thotties
i mean hotties
Rotting inside out with silicone gel
Maybe then i'd love myself
Don't even know what's real and what's fake
Cuz the emotions i hate
Don't even exist
It's just some ********
i created for attention
But what was the question?
When will i write "i" in the uppercase
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
Do you not see you're just as important? What makes you think less?
Is it because of your brown hair when you wish it were blonde?
Or your hair straight rather than curly?
Your brown eyes that should be crystal blue?
All you want is to fit in. But life made you different.
Yes, you have your hourglass shape. Your small waist, and large bottom. Maybe that's what makes you most proud.
Your proud of what everyone admires most? Shouldn't you be proud of what you admire most?
But you choose to admire the bad qualities.
Your larger nose, the pointy chin you have, and the way your face scrunches when you laugh. Why must those things be ugly?
Or those embarrassing qualities you label like your laugh, the way you stand, the way you walk. Even, the voice you show.
You're beautiful because you're you. Your brown curly hair dragged down alongside your golden skin. Your honey-dipped eyes when exposed to the sun. Your dry skin that keeps your tone flat accompanied by your oily skin that gives you structure. Your laugh that triggers another laugh, which ends in endless amounts of laughing.
Love is you, you are love.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
The drums in my ears, the galloping of horses right behind my back,
I stand looking at the murky thick fog, with the word ringing in my ears, "Attack!"
I stand still, pondering of what to do and why,
Pondering in my head, why don't I just die…
The black hooded riders gallop on their horses right behind me,
There is a legion of them, thick as smoke with no hope of being free,
Ravens screech above my head, smoke pours from my head, back and shoulders,
I want to reach out, want to give up with this feeling of me being crushed by a million boulders…
My head drums, my temples throb, my vision goes blurry and hazy,
My eyes cloud with a murky green color of insaneness, I'm going crazy,
I grab my sharp big knife, and start to stroke it absent mindly,
Meanwhile, I struggle on, with the hooded riders behind my back whle I stumble on-ward blindly…
I still have hope in my heart, as my feet carry me,
I look at the dim pale objects of people, walking happily and free,
While I… stumble in this murky thick fog, and behind me there is hooded figures with their swords,
The numbers so many of them, it's like black thick smoke, except of the figures there is hordes and hordes and hordes………
I fall on my knees, stumbling over ****** grass,
I see holy-water ahead, but the smoke atop my head tells me to pass,
Falling on my face, I give up, breathing hard and almost dead,
I give my last efforts, when a figure gallops up to me on a stallion and with it's sword just cleanly slices off my head…
The blood paints the grass, as my hand is holding the knife,
The blade is stabbed deep inside my chest, taking away my life,
My eyes go pale and my body stays motionless, in a death-like freeze,
The fog clears, the figures disappears as the smoke gets blow away by the soft gentle breeze......
~Mishka Wayz~
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 9:09 PM UTC
What is so wrong with me?
Why am I misunderstood?
Seems like all I ever cause is harm
I just want to do good
I push away from me
Asking myself why
Have become so hard to love
Own heart dares not try
Growing up many times was told
I should always be myself
Those same people tried
Sculpting me into someone else
By now realized I'll never
Be good enough that is clear to see
How could I ever be enough for the planet?
I'm not enough for me
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
Sometimes think of happier days
How the sun shines brighter with your touch
All the desire sworn to me
Within confines of your clutch
As brain climbs up and down memories
Performing astounding acrobatics midair
What I want above anything else
For you to prove you care
This is my mind's obsession
Realize there's no turning back
Pills improve mood until effects fade
Then I am forced to deal with what I lack
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
The fault is mine but,
The problem is you
Everything you've done
Says I'm unimportant
Everything you've said
Makes me wish we never met
But sure
I'll fake it for you
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 3:48 AM UTC
She's ashamed of how
When she cries
It burns her chest
and her eyes
It twists her soul
Entirely
A war upon her
Humanity
Knives in her lungs as she struggles to breathe
Words arent enough
And she's tries not to scream
Her head is a pounding mess of emotion
Her heart is the strongest
Beats are explosions
She feels smaller than any word can make her
Everyone's expectations are greater
She's ashamed of how when she cries
She feels like the world wants her to die
And she doesnt understand her worth
Or why she's even on this Earth
She's ashamed
Of how much it hurts when she cries
Because it makes everyone envy the pain in her eyes
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
the scars of her yesterdays
would not allow her to see
the beauty in her skin of today
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC
A carelesss caress
On a beautiful body
A lonely soul’s
Low self esteem
His firm fists
Wrap her wrists
This despicable sin
Turns bad to good
Pain to pleasure
Hate to love
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 4:43 AM UTC
I remember the interrogation room,
I can still hear the voices boom,
Each question that was in burned inside my head,
Has informed and destroyed me.
I can still feel,
The clock of time, ticking by,
It's keeps reminding me,
This argument keeps going on and on,
And we both know we are done.
I don't have a voice lawyer,
That can talk back and defend me.
So I have to sit and take it.
The room is growing smaller,
Which is quite concerning because it was quite tiny already.
My interrogators want me to talk,
But they only want to hear what they want to hear.
So I stay silent, because I can't give them what they want.
They keep shining this spotlight on me,
And I feel so small, maybe there winning,
Because I just keep agreeing.
When I leave this interrogation room,
I know I’ll change myself all of again,
Because I aim to please,
And I never wish to go through that ever again.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
Quick to forgive,
Slow to heal,
All I wanted,
Was something real,
I give my all,
And ask for nothing in return,
Is it any wonder why,
I slowly smolder and burn?
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC
I use this fancy colors on my lips
To cover all these cuts
Wishing that they will all vanish
As I carve a smile on my lips
I use different powders
To cover up my flaws
The acnes due to not sleeping
Considering that anxiety pays another visit
I use concealer to conceal the dark circles
The eyes which are hurt from crying
Everyday and everynight nonstop
Asking for sympathy
I use eyeshadows to add color into my life
Different colors as for I am a pretender
Glitters to show that I stand out
Trying to belong in a group
Trying to hide my real identity
But who am I fooling?
It's no other than myself
Someone who cannot accept her flaws
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC