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their voices echo around me at every moment,
"it's alright to stare sweetie, that is just a nobody,"
i hold myself tighter whispering, "it's not true!"
they don't even bother not to make themselves heard,
i guess sadism runs through all humanity,
they see you, use you, break and abuse you,
then leave you on the corner for the world to see,
just as they have left me here, to them i am just a toy,
there is not much left of myself that i can call my own,
just pieces, frail pieces, of love, sanity, emotion,
now i am garbage and am treated as such,
how did it get so bad as to make me believe this,
they are so insecure that they must break another,
does that make them feel complete?
they consider themselves polite,
"are you okay?" "no" "okay"
then leave as though they had never stopped,
because they don't really care,
"i'm not okay."
they aren't listening, some laugh,
"i am not okay."
i am just a ghost to them now,
"i said i'm not okay!"
i long to startle them with my outburst, a nobody never screams,
i want to take back my pieces, to be whole again,
to show them they are not superior,
but i am too weak,
too weak to even cry when one accidentally steps on me,
and continue on their way,
i long to tell them the one thing they fear hearing the most,
"you are so broken."
 MonstaJam · Sat Jun 16, 2007 @ 10:31pm · 0 Comments |
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