#oversensitive - Hello Poetry

The uncaring and unempathic Make me so mad Thoughtlessly operating They fire around Insensitive words That can ***** and sting Designed to hurt Dark energy do they bring It’s all about them And their world of pain So bitter and twisted Verbal punches do they rain Down on those Whom have ‘irked’ them so Unwittingly perhaps But still they blow Me me me! They take precedence Self-centred to the hilt So others they condemn Offloading at the innocent To numb their misery inside Makes them feel better To cause another to cry I guess they can’t help it As they’re suffering within Something is lacking In them, something grim So on to any poor soul Do they their bile project Thus be mindful of this And yourself do protect.

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Aug 9, 2018

Aug 9, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC

rachel-rhodes-puckett

Projectile Bile

The uncaring and unempathic Make me so mad Thoughtlessly operating They fire around Insensitive words That can ***** and sting Designed to hurt Dark energy do they bring It’s all about them And their world of pain So bitter and twisted Verbal punches do they rain Down on those Whom have ‘irked’ them so Unwittingly perhaps But still they blow Me me me! They take precedence Self-centred to the hilt So others they condemn Offloading at the innocent To numb their misery inside Makes them feel better To cause another to cry I guess they can’t help it As they’re suffering within Something is lacking In them, something grim So on to any poor soul Do they their bile project Thus be mindful of this And yourself do protect.

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I find a way to relate anything and everything to home. Oh look, it's a bag of chips. I used to eat chips at home. Oh look, it's a pencil. I used to use pencils at home. And each time it makes me cry. Someone passes by me wearing perfume that smells like Mom's, I start crying. I see the words mom, dad, parents, home, family, I start crying. Am I just a crybaby? Or am I allowed to feel sorry for myself once in a while? Because if you were in my place, you would too. Anyone would. Don't deny it. Please just let me feel sorry for myself now. Don't call me weak. Don't call me over-sensitive. Don't call me a baby. Don't tell me to cheer up. Don't tell me to focus on the good. Don't tell me to shut up. Don't say I'll be okay. Don't say it'll all be over soon. Don't say I'll get over it. Just let me cry.

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Mar 28, 2018

Mar 28, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC

WhisperPotato

Crying

I find a way to relate anything and everything to home. Oh look, it's a bag of chips. I used to eat chips at home. Oh look, it's a pencil. I used to use pencils at home. And each time it makes me cry. Someone passes by me wearing perfume that smells like Mom's, I start crying. I see the words mom, dad, parents, home, family, I start crying. Am I just a crybaby? Or am I allowed to feel sorry for myself once in a while? Because if you were in my place, you would too. Anyone would. Don't deny it. Please just let me feel sorry for myself now. Don't call me weak. Don't call me over-sensitive. Don't call me a baby. Don't tell me to cheer up. Don't tell me to focus on the good. Don't tell me to shut up. Don't say I'll be okay. Don't say it'll all be over soon. Don't say I'll get over it. Just let me cry.

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What you think you thought you saw may, or may not be, just so what you perceive maybe flawed things you might not know Reactions, knee **** returns that can't be recalled, or withdrawn fire is the way things burn the changes, undergone Sit on it awhile, and think your perspective may be confused issues, actions not in sync hypersensitive, abused Pause on the reaction wonder what's unknown what appears to be infraction may be, overblown

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Jan 17, 2018

Jan 17, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC

TemporalFugue

What I don't know, fills volumes

What you think you thought you saw may, or may not be, just so what you perceive maybe flawed things you might not know Reactions, knee **** returns that can't be recalled, or withdrawn fire is the way things burn the changes, undergone Sit on it awhile, and think your perspective may be confused issues, actions not in sync hypersensitive, abused Pause on the reaction wonder what's unknown what appears to be infraction may be, overblown

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Soon I will get far Beneath our footsteps on a long shore, The sand is soft and promising And there she is A beautiful muse Waiting for me like there's no fear In the world Looking forward for challenges

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Jun 6, 2014

Jun 6, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC

tlvguy

Soon I will get far

Soon I will get far Beneath our footsteps on a long shore, The sand is soft and promising And there she is A beautiful muse Waiting for me like there's no fear In the world Looking forward for challenges

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