Yawn.

Another boring day at school. I hate being bored.

Anyway, I’m gonna try and write me a poem. I didn’t pre-plan this. I just want to write something… anything. And this is just about very old stuff that’s gone on. It kind of refers to some more recent occurances, but not terribly recent. I’m also talking about several people, all of them male.

Damaged

There is a break in my reality,
The cause of which I cannot see.
Memories of the past fade into my mind,
Causing my perception to drift back in time.

What was it I did to see all of this?
What curse did infiltrate into my former bliss?
Was I the cause of all the wrongdoing as you claim?
Or do you condemn me to shift the blame?

Was I your plaything that you could use and discard?
Or am I to believe for you saying sorry is too hard?
Am I the root of your grave despair?
Or am I a nameless face for which you do not care?

Am I to believe you meant no insult
When accepting your lies makes my conscience revolt?
For there is no greater curse than knowing you’re being used,
Manipulated, mocked, beaten and abused.

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Mostly, I write stuff. And, like the Egyptians and the Internet, I put cat pictures on my walls. Also, I can read your Tarot.