#npd - Hello Poetry

You dismissed evolution when the animal learns to bite to survive, you only care when it bites you. My mother calls me selfish with tears in her eyes. All I can think about is when they locked me out barefoot in the snow for crying as a child, with the coyotes of northern Virginia. And how the animals didn’t harm me, but instead looked back at me with tears in their own eyes. Because we were both subjected to the cold of our livelihoods that taught us to fend to protect ourselves, even if we were both born with what others saw as a fur coat to never feel the ice. Only the coyotes was made of fur, yours was made of the stability they gave you. How could you be cold when others could see what you had? To them you had a coat on, It didn’t matter if it you could actually feel it or not. We both learned to fight for our food, both demonized for it by the same reason we fought for it in the first place. You hunt for your food once. You hunt for it twice. You hunt for your food three times. Until your natural instinct is to hunt, and to hurt. Although you weren’t born to hunt, you weren’t born an animal. You were made into one. Forced to hurt for your food because they didn’t want to feed you. They try to feed you now, and you bite them. They’ll wonder why, they’ll tell you that you shouldn’t. You don’t bite the hand that feeds you. But they never did. You fed yourself. You protected yourself. You comforted yourself. The only person there for yourself was you. You were made into the animal, now when they try to be there for you, you bite. They’ll call you violent. “Petty” “Abusive” “Selfish”. But they don’t care that you were taught to bite. They only care because you bit them. Because the mark from your bite was proof they made you this way.

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 7:45 PM UTC

SeventhGradeBathroom

Forced to hunt. Now hate your bite.

You dismissed evolution when the animal learns to bite to survive, you only care when it bites you. My mother calls me selfish with tears in her eyes. All I can think about is when they locked me out barefoot in the snow for crying as a child, with the coyotes of northern Virginia. And how the animals didn’t harm me, but instead looked back at me with tears in their own eyes. Because we were both subjected to the cold of our livelihoods that taught us to fend to protect ourselves, even if we were both born with what others saw as a fur coat to never feel the ice. Only the coyotes was made of fur, yours was made of the stability they gave you. How could you be cold when others could see what you had? To them you had a coat on, It didn’t matter if it you could actually feel it or not. We both learned to fight for our food, both demonized for it by the same reason we fought for it in the first place. You hunt for your food once. You hunt for it twice. You hunt for your food three times. Until your natural instinct is to hunt, and to hurt. Although you weren’t born to hunt, you weren’t born an animal. You were made into one. Forced to hurt for your food because they didn’t want to feed you. They try to feed you now, and you bite them. They’ll wonder why, they’ll tell you that you shouldn’t. You don’t bite the hand that feeds you. But they never did. You fed yourself. You protected yourself. You comforted yourself. The only person there for yourself was you. You were made into the animal, now when they try to be there for you, you bite. They’ll call you violent. “Petty” “Abusive” “Selfish”. But they don’t care that you were taught to bite. They only care because you bit them. Because the mark from your bite was proof they made you this way.

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You’ve overfed me everything you had at your disposable Staring up at me as I’m hanging from the ceiling. Chocolate, syrup, honey, lollipops. My belly’s rumbling. It’s scaring me. Sweat continues to wash over my pale face. With trembling hands I try to tear my stomach open by myself. And there you are waving a bat right underneath my feet. “Blindfold on or off?” You ask amusingly with a growing grin. The black fabric peaking from your pocket which you ignore to take out. I’ve lost. My mouth sewn shut. I can’t be saved now. I mumble uncontrollably as you raise for the first blow. It hurts, my whole body is ringing of burning pain, as I swing around fast side to side. You spin for another blow with your eyes closed this time. You miss. You do it again, eyes open. Pain explodes faster everywhere. I’m muffling praying to fall any second now. “COME ON YOU’RE GREEEDY YOU KNOW THAT?!!” He shouts jumping from below. “OPEN UP!! GIVE ME SOME!!! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING AND YOU DON’T SHARE??” Tears are falling. I’m the one at fault. I’m the empath and you’ll do anything to make me feel this way, no matter what I do, it won’t be enough. You overfed me and I ate so it was my fault. You tried getting it all back but couldn’t expel it out of me so it was my fault. You did your part, and all I did was intervene. It’s all my fault. It’s not you. It’s all me.

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Mar 20, 2025

Mar 20, 2025 at 3:32 PM UTC

NDanilov

Piñata

You’ve overfed me everything you had at your disposable Staring up at me as I’m hanging from the ceiling. Chocolate, syrup, honey, lollipops. My belly’s rumbling. It’s scaring me. Sweat continues to wash over my pale face. With trembling hands I try to tear my stomach open by myself. And there you are waving a bat right underneath my feet. “Blindfold on or off?” You ask amusingly with a growing grin. The black fabric peaking from your pocket which you ignore to take out. I’ve lost. My mouth sewn shut. I can’t be saved now. I mumble uncontrollably as you raise for the first blow. It hurts, my whole body is ringing of burning pain, as I swing around fast side to side. You spin for another blow with your eyes closed this time. You miss. You do it again, eyes open. Pain explodes faster everywhere. I’m muffling praying to fall any second now. “COME ON YOU’RE GREEEDY YOU KNOW THAT?!!” He shouts jumping from below. “OPEN UP!! GIVE ME SOME!!! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING AND YOU DON’T SHARE??” Tears are falling. I’m the one at fault. I’m the empath and you’ll do anything to make me feel this way, no matter what I do, it won’t be enough. You overfed me and I ate so it was my fault. You tried getting it all back but couldn’t expel it out of me so it was my fault. You did your part, and all I did was intervene. It’s all my fault. It’s not you. It’s all me.

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If my love could heal, the faded traumas which adorn your skin would expire If my love could heal, you wouldn't pleasure yourself to the idea of her suicide If my love could heal, you'd feel your mother's absent love through the cracks in my lips If my love could heal, maybe I'd learn to heal myself before others And then maybe; I would've healed myself before a predator

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Aug 14, 2024

Aug 14, 2024 at 10:33 PM UTC

technodewdrop

Healing

If my love could heal, the faded traumas which adorn your skin would expire If my love could heal, you wouldn't pleasure yourself to the idea of her suicide If my love could heal, you'd feel your mother's absent love through the cracks in my lips If my love could heal, maybe I'd learn to heal myself before others And then maybe; I would've healed myself before a predator

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It was not me who you loved. It was not me who you saw, but rather the mirror you put before me. It was not my voice you heard, but rather your own echo. The mirror you held between us was fragile. Slowly it began to crack. Each time I held you closer, the mirror began to disintegrate. The more the mirror began to break, The more you saw me. But you cannot stand to not stare at your own reflection. As the mirror shattered, so did my heart. You picked up the chards and threw them to my skin. For you do not see the blood coursing through my veins, but rather the lack of yourself. For it was not me who you loved, but rather your mirror.

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Jun 17, 2022

Jun 17, 2022 at 3:06 PM UTC

victoria-steelman

Broken Mirror.

It was not me who you loved. It was not me who you saw, but rather the mirror you put before me. It was not my voice you heard, but rather your own echo. The mirror you held between us was fragile. Slowly it began to crack. Each time I held you closer, the mirror began to disintegrate. The more the mirror began to break, The more you saw me. But you cannot stand to not stare at your own reflection. As the mirror shattered, so did my heart. You picked up the chards and threw them to my skin. For you do not see the blood coursing through my veins, but rather the lack of yourself. For it was not me who you loved, but rather your mirror.

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In The Rest Of My Life He Needs To Be Nothing More Than A Distant Memory... 8/12/19

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Oct 10, 2019

Oct 10, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC

spiritheart67

Yesterday

In The Rest Of My Life He Needs To Be Nothing More Than A Distant Memory... 8/12/19

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I am the oldest kid so Stop playing with that baby. I want you to myself. It’s all about me. The other kids at school A behaving so horribly They don’t understand It’s all about me. I am so sorry you have Fallen so hard for me. But I have to be moving on. It’s all about me. I’m going to quit my job Because it’s boring me. So many creeps there. It’s all about me. I’m running for office And it’s going swimmingly After all, in this job It’s all about me. I don’t have to specify Or make promises readily. I just smile and tell lies. It’s all about me. My kids are obnoxious They need attention constantly. Don’t they understand? It’s all about me. My life would be better If people behaved sensibly. After all, the reality is It’s all about me. It’s all about me. It’s all about me.

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Mar 11, 2016

Mar 11, 2016 at 4:45 AM UTC

You; It all began with you. Not the pills. I'd never tasted addiction before Only in the form of sticking my head down a toilet, or smoking 16 cigarettes. Fall In winter- I'd hope you get it Because every moment at first Felt like an autumn day. It felt comfortable, There was joy. I; Anxious me. Anxious, obsessive-compulsive Me. I needed you like a drug. I was selfish, and you began to forget Who you said you were. Fall, Like we began to. But last fall, I didn't feel joy with you. And I ask myself, late January, Was breaking down my walls and allowing You to understand me Ever worth it? We; A perfect picture Of two high school sweetheart drop-outs. Of two ****** suicidal fools. And even At the bottom layer, there were so many things Only you knew. Know. All Good things end. Or change paths before they do. This was a twisted path, one I'd never Dared to think of before I understood, And I know I must be the grown up here And say goodbye. Fall Will come again. But I won't think about that for now. I'll continue to move ahead, paying no Mind to the ghouls around me. When I say I plan to accomplish Something, I do it. Down; Turn the memories down low. I am trying to read about my next big Step in life. And I just wanted to make sure You knew that you are not-nor will you Ever be, a link in the chain again. I'm not going to apologize.

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Jan 21, 2016

Jan 21, 2016 at 9:39 AM UTC

mikaylaashley

Consequence?

You; It all began with you. Not the pills. I'd never tasted addiction before Only in the form of sticking my head down a toilet, or smoking 16 cigarettes. Fall In winter- I'd hope you get it Because every moment at first Felt like an autumn day. It felt comfortable, There was joy. I; Anxious me. Anxious, obsessive-compulsive Me. I needed you like a drug. I was selfish, and you began to forget Who you said you were. Fall, Like we began to. But last fall, I didn't feel joy with you. And I ask myself, late January, Was breaking down my walls and allowing You to understand me Ever worth it? We; A perfect picture Of two high school sweetheart drop-outs. Of two ****** suicidal fools. And even At the bottom layer, there were so many things Only you knew. Know. All Good things end. Or change paths before they do. This was a twisted path, one I'd never Dared to think of before I understood, And I know I must be the grown up here And say goodbye. Fall Will come again. But I won't think about that for now. I'll continue to move ahead, paying no Mind to the ghouls around me. When I say I plan to accomplish Something, I do it. Down; Turn the memories down low. I am trying to read about my next big Step in life. And I just wanted to make sure You knew that you are not-nor will you Ever be, a link in the chain again. I'm not going to apologize.

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I am what plagues you in the night I am a narcissist dimming your light I am who embodies your deepest fright I am the succubus who drains your might I am who dresses in the most innocent white Oh, my darling, I'll ruin you in plain sight

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC

brokenperfection

Never Gone Long

I am what plagues you in the night I am a narcissist dimming your light I am who embodies your deepest fright I am the succubus who drains your might I am who dresses in the most innocent white Oh, my darling, I'll ruin you in plain sight

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Cold is the shoulder wrapped in narcissistic delight - The wanton The diligent The emptiness abides But for iceburgs calving in the asiatic sea Do they feel the tremor of the broken shard released Can the blueblack glass reveal the depths of the mislaid man or The woman - Never given the chance to Be It is too much to consider broken pieces should be saved, Hidden for much later, when the sea will freeze again Can he open to the touch Can she build from what remains We throw out the scattered remnants like the iceburg melting into sand But consider the sand: Remnants too, of shells and coral of bones and buildings fallen, broken, discarded yet Washing up on land to build a new shore.

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Jul 9, 2015

Jul 9, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC

lindy

Untitled

Cold is the shoulder wrapped in narcissistic delight - The wanton The diligent The emptiness abides But for iceburgs calving in the asiatic sea Do they feel the tremor of the broken shard released Can the blueblack glass reveal the depths of the mislaid man or The woman - Never given the chance to Be It is too much to consider broken pieces should be saved, Hidden for much later, when the sea will freeze again Can he open to the touch Can she build from what remains We throw out the scattered remnants like the iceburg melting into sand But consider the sand: Remnants too, of shells and coral of bones and buildings fallen, broken, discarded yet Washing up on land to build a new shore.

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