#selfdeprecating - Hello Poetry

You said I'm sweet as sugar. But you'll get cavities if you have too much. You said I'm soft as freshly baked bread. But that gets stale after a while. You said my smile is bright as the sun. But that hurts your eyes if you look for too long. You said you love me. But that's not true.

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May 26

May 26, 2026 at 3:48 PM UTC

JackiePilled-

You said I'm sweet.

You said I'm sweet as sugar. But you'll get cavities if you have too much. You said I'm soft as freshly baked bread. But that gets stale after a while. You said my smile is bright as the sun. But that hurts your eyes if you look for too long. You said you love me. But that's not true.

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Why do I feel so lonely? I have so many friends that love me-- no, like me-- no, tolerate me, And I'm completely surrounded by people all the time. My mind is convinced that nobody actually wants to be my friend. Don't get me wrong, they're all really nice. But it believes that they're doing so out of sympathy, pity. I'm not really an interesting person, I always overanalyze situations so that I can say the right thing, but then I get it wrong anyways. I mostly just make things awkward because I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm kind of just annoying, really. I wouldn't want to be friends with me either. So why do I feel so lonely? It's not because I'm alone, It's not because of them, It's because of me. There's something wrong with me.

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Nov 6, 2024

Nov 6, 2024 at 9:57 PM UTC

Lumin_e

Lonely, not alone

Why do I feel so lonely? I have so many friends that love me-- no, like me-- no, tolerate me, And I'm completely surrounded by people all the time. My mind is convinced that nobody actually wants to be my friend. Don't get me wrong, they're all really nice. But it believes that they're doing so out of sympathy, pity. I'm not really an interesting person, I always overanalyze situations so that I can say the right thing, but then I get it wrong anyways. I mostly just make things awkward because I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm kind of just annoying, really. I wouldn't want to be friends with me either. So why do I feel so lonely? It's not because I'm alone, It's not because of them, It's because of me. There's something wrong with me.

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Ruthless, a little cynical, hellbent on suicide It's over before it even begins tonight. Cause a scene and simply explode, Hurt the ones around you, the ones you already loved, Lose them like dominos, falling, one-by-one, it's almost appalling. Place the blame, but you know it doesn't work You've tried everything and they already know, This shade of blue doesn't look good on you, What is your true calling? Do you know what you want out of life? The signal never connects, and blood rushes to your head, Alert the others, tell them you've reached the end. It's over before it even begins, You begin to cave and shamble Can't hold it together So you explode and explain to them How much you fight. How much you try. Nobody cares. And you're in denial Again this time. It's hard to believe, that at the end of the day No one cares and no one will believe you, They'll only see You when you make an effort and See the other side.

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Jun 25, 2024

Jun 25, 2024 at 6:34 PM UTC

joshua-phelps

already over

Ruthless, a little cynical, hellbent on suicide It's over before it even begins tonight. Cause a scene and simply explode, Hurt the ones around you, the ones you already loved, Lose them like dominos, falling, one-by-one, it's almost appalling. Place the blame, but you know it doesn't work You've tried everything and they already know, This shade of blue doesn't look good on you, What is your true calling? Do you know what you want out of life? The signal never connects, and blood rushes to your head, Alert the others, tell them you've reached the end. It's over before it even begins, You begin to cave and shamble Can't hold it together So you explode and explain to them How much you fight. How much you try. Nobody cares. And you're in denial Again this time. It's hard to believe, that at the end of the day No one cares and no one will believe you, They'll only see You when you make an effort and See the other side.

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I am partial to a shifting psyche I am hard to find when I give up my act I find the long way back I am a lighthouse when the wind blows south I am open mouth when I go off the track here’s to the long way back Parallels with my insides Luminol on my black tie Lucid all til the white lie I’ll buy anything you say Archivist of the meeting Red of wrist and of feeling I exist just to see it Seems to be all that I crave

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Mar 23, 2020

Mar 23, 2020 at 5:28 AM UTC

insearchofgatherings

Archivist

I am partial to a shifting psyche I am hard to find when I give up my act I find the long way back I am a lighthouse when the wind blows south I am open mouth when I go off the track here’s to the long way back Parallels with my insides Luminol on my black tie Lucid all til the white lie I’ll buy anything you say Archivist of the meeting Red of wrist and of feeling I exist just to see it Seems to be all that I crave

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Oh, if only you knew What I saw in your eyes If only I could tell you And touch your very soul Perhaps the skies would clear Perhaps the Angels would not weep.

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Feb 5, 2020

Feb 5, 2020 at 3:59 AM UTC

dwarvenking

If only

Oh, if only you knew What I saw in your eyes If only I could tell you And touch your very soul Perhaps the skies would clear Perhaps the Angels would not weep.

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i never had the chance to say goodbye. i didn't even know she was going to leave leave me here to deal with her problems. it seemed selfish at the moment incompetent rude. i couldn't understand the reason she left like this. i couldn't comprehend it; i was frustrated. why? why'd she have to go without a word? why'd she leave as if to think i'd be okay with this? it always brings me to tears just trying to remember her when i can't. i can't remember how she smiled how she laughed how she talked how she used to be before she became me. the me i am now, today, and forever more. the me that was influenced by those who are insufferable. a selfish, ugly, good for nothing ******* who can barely hold herself together. i want her to come back. i want to be happy again. but what's the point of wanting something that has already ceased to exist?

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Apr 25, 2018

Apr 25, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC

itslatenite

She.

i never had the chance to say goodbye. i didn't even know she was going to leave leave me here to deal with her problems. it seemed selfish at the moment incompetent rude. i couldn't understand the reason she left like this. i couldn't comprehend it; i was frustrated. why? why'd she have to go without a word? why'd she leave as if to think i'd be okay with this? it always brings me to tears just trying to remember her when i can't. i can't remember how she smiled how she laughed how she talked how she used to be before she became me. the me i am now, today, and forever more. the me that was influenced by those who are insufferable. a selfish, ugly, good for nothing ******* who can barely hold herself together. i want her to come back. i want to be happy again. but what's the point of wanting something that has already ceased to exist?

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i see love and light and cringe at its generic quality, all the same all beautiful and endearing and encouraging and i can't help but feel the cynic in me laughing at the mawkish displays and efforts and at my own generic skepticism just one charming quality of my self deprecating form of narcissism

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Nov 18, 2016

Nov 18, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC

castorpolydeuces

Untitled

i see love and light and cringe at its generic quality, all the same all beautiful and endearing and encouraging and i can't help but feel the cynic in me laughing at the mawkish displays and efforts and at my own generic skepticism just one charming quality of my self deprecating form of narcissism

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people are prone to telling me the same joke over and over again though the only thing that i find funny is that i can't remember its punchline maybe it's because i try so hard to forget what i've become.

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May 5, 2016

May 5, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC

luisa-c

punchline.

people are prone to telling me the same joke over and over again though the only thing that i find funny is that i can't remember its punchline maybe it's because i try so hard to forget what i've become.

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