Pitiful POEM XII

I’m sick of being me
I’m sick of letting you be yourself…
I’m sick of everything I never told before
This life is such a fucking whore…
I’m tired of surprising myself
In a mirror that doesn’t even tell
I’m tired of seeing you
As a someone special
But again I only see a shadow
So fuck you..
I don’t feel anything
I don’t need anyone
It’s only in your mind..this is the truth
A projection I once loved
And now it turned to a mess…
So what if I’m full of shallowness
I could be anything I want
You’d be forgotten
But you need my pity….

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