A disappointment. Worthless. A burden. Helpless. Stupid. Weak. Pathetic. An embarrassment. Hated. A disaster. Ungrateful.
Am I really all these things? Yes, of course I am. But why? What did I do? I caused it all. I can neither be around people and be happy nor be happy myself. Am I so much of a monster?
Why do I have to be like this? I never asked for it. But atlas, life's unfair. Is it? Or am I being selfish and unfair to people around me and now it's unfair to me? I hate being so weak but I did this, so after all I deserved it. I caused this to happen to myself. I could have never make them proud. So why not do this if it'll please them a bit.
This is the least I can do for you, because after all, I deserved it.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
