September 18, 2009 - Friday
Tell me you know everything.
That I'm stupid,
and I lie.
Break my into soul,
again.
Brainwash me into submission.
Tell me that I'm terrible,
ugly, stupid, mean.
Tell me why you hate me
and this time
make me believe it.
Tear me to pieces
pick me apart.
Leave traces and scabs on my mind
and tears on my face.
Rip my opinions to shreds.
Open my heart, my mind, read what I haven't said.
There's so much there, that you'll never find.
Tell me you love me, lie to me a little more.
Tell me what society thinks.
brainwash me, scrub me of my sins.
they're still there, as scars and memories.
Tell me that I'm pitiful,
pathetic, deplorable, and stressing.
Society doesn't know me,
the public doesn't see.
If I can't figure out who I am,
then no one needs to know.
But being poignant and wretched
suits me just fine.
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