Internally.
You judge, tear it apart, but it'seems like I can't control my demons.
I wish you could,
For the smallest moment realize how I feel.
Acknowledge that my feelings are valid,
Real.
But instead you, the jester of mind games begins a match.
Instead of listening to truly understand.
You make me Dance to the beat of your drum,
I trip,
You laugh.
I hurt,
You lash
Out like I'm disposable,
Trash.
But still I'm here,
Clinging onto past years,
The ego much smaller then than now.
Hours ahead are countless.
Distressed,
I self medicate.
Because that's all I've ever known.
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