Why does everyone feel like they can just cancel on me. Like my time isn't worth anything to them. Like me setting aside myself for them isn't something they should appreciate, not abuse or take for granted.
It's not just recently, that's the worst part. It's like it's been building to this. Slowly, but surely graduating from person to person until it'll be everyone, and I'll be alone. It isn't fair, because nobody will tell me the reason.
Are my teeth too yellow? Is my hair too brown? Is my shape too thin? Does my mouth wear a frown?
It's like they forget about me. How can you forget about me? Am I not that important? Am I so little and insignificant in your life that you see me as nothing more than a challenge. A series of obstacles for you to either hurdle or simply ignore.
I just wish someone would tell me what they're thinking. Because through all of these, I can tell I'm not wanted or truly thought about or cared about it loved because of one simple, and salient thing; none of them have ever said sorry.
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
