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You Don't Want Me
You don’t want me.
I’m broken and bruised
I’m a web of ugly scars from my healing
I’m a fraud
I’m a jittery, anxious idiot who can’t stop thinking
I’m the friend that always dampens the mood
I’m a product of my racing heart and mind colliding
I’m someone who feels such heaviness but can’t cry
I spend every second trying to please others
I put on a show with a smile
Then give up and run away
I collapse at any small problem
My heart sinks if my mother can’t find her wallet
I lose my breath when the recycling won’t fit in the can
I’m so Obsessive that it’s impossible to hide it
So I shrug it off
Make it something else
Try to become the person others need
The good friend.
I give everything just to be chosen.
And I try desperately to hide most of myself
Because if you really saw me,
You wouldn’t want me.
Copyright ©
Brooke Zerbs
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