Been a while since I've done any poetry - leaned more toward writing stories, but old habits die hard, I guess.
Nowadays I'm more in control of my emotions, but I still place very little value upon myself. I'm caring to those around me; be they friend, enemy, or stranger, I try to lend a helping hand if at all possible. Over the years situations have been getting worse rather than better, but I've grown numb to my own emotional distress.
Some people say 'Things will get better! ',
As far as I'm concerned my eyes will just get wetter,
The tears that fall are often mis-shed,
At least that's what I think when I lie my head...
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When I try to make things better it just seems they get worse,
I cause things I don't mean to and 'getting better' is something I can't force,
Should I give up because I cannot make things better?
It tears me apart knowing I just make eyes wetter...
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People have told me their opinions of me many times,
Of them about ninety-nine percent are insults of many kinds,
'Worthless' is usually used to describe everything about me,
Except 'Uglier than roadkill' refers to my looks which are deadly,
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Have you ever been in a state of confusion?
In which all your emotions set the illusion,
That you don't know how you're feeling and you don't know what you want?
Even if you don't realize it it's terrible when it's you those bad thoughts haunt,
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Just as hate contaminates the heart,
I taint any at all chance,
In me for happiness to start,
None though notice at first glance,
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