[poem] I Hate Me
Title: I Hate Me
Genre: General/Angst(?)
Rating: G
Summary: The sky was dying but no, that was just me. Run, run, run away, I love the sky but it was dying. My mother said I should stop being ridiculous, get back here, but they don’t understand, my sky was dying and peeling.
Word Count: 350
Oh my god, I can't believe I forgot this! Ergh.
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I wanted to chase the sun
But I didn’t want to leave the clouds
I wanted the sky, the stars and the world
But, no, this was fine, this was perfectly alright
The world was perfect and it was great
But it wasn’t, I don’t really think it was
I needed more, I needed the ocean
But I wanted all my rivers and I had to choose
Daffodils littered my bright purple room
I hated curtains but thin white sheets covered my windows
I never left my room, I always stayed on my bed
I hated the floor, I hated the ground
I didn’t like the outside so help me get away
I hated the loud, loud sounds, stop the screaming
The people were so so so ugly out there
But it wasn’t fair! There were so pretty, too
The sky was dying but no, that was just me
Run, run, run away, I love the sky but it was dying
My mother said I should stop being ridiculous, get back here
But they don’t understand, my sky was dying and peeling
I painted my room brown and blue and gold
I destroyed all my toys and put dolls and spaceships
I threw away all the paper in the house and burned them
So I could draw on the walls and write my lies
I wrote about how men were pretty but disgusting
How women were perfect but just so vile
I love my humans but hated our people
Give me back all my toys while I destroy some more
Tell me I’m beautiful, tell me I’m perfect
Tel me I’m disgusting and gross and horrible
Tell me everything you want to hear
And I’ll tell you everything you don’t
I made a little white doll I love
She has beautiful button eyes and lips
I sew her up everyday with black yarn
I put her under the laundry to keep her safe
My room was so beautiful and lovely
It was all mine, mine and no one else’s
Nobody can make it theirs
Nobody else can ever understand it
~*~
Basically, this is a poem about myself. You know. Yeah, this is a few of the things I hate about myself or things I don't talk about to others (I think?). I'll just list them because I have a feeling it was vague and people will understand differently.
I'll just post it in another entry. I feel like it'd be too long.
Explanation can be found here.
Genre: General/Angst(?)
Rating: G
Summary: The sky was dying but no, that was just me. Run, run, run away, I love the sky but it was dying. My mother said I should stop being ridiculous, get back here, but they don’t understand, my sky was dying and peeling.
Word Count: 350
Oh my god, I can't believe I forgot this! Ergh.
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I wanted to chase the sun
But I didn’t want to leave the clouds
I wanted the sky, the stars and the world
But, no, this was fine, this was perfectly alright
The world was perfect and it was great
But it wasn’t, I don’t really think it was
I needed more, I needed the ocean
But I wanted all my rivers and I had to choose
Daffodils littered my bright purple room
I hated curtains but thin white sheets covered my windows
I never left my room, I always stayed on my bed
I hated the floor, I hated the ground
I didn’t like the outside so help me get away
I hated the loud, loud sounds, stop the screaming
The people were so so so ugly out there
But it wasn’t fair! There were so pretty, too
The sky was dying but no, that was just me
Run, run, run away, I love the sky but it was dying
My mother said I should stop being ridiculous, get back here
But they don’t understand, my sky was dying and peeling
I painted my room brown and blue and gold
I destroyed all my toys and put dolls and spaceships
I threw away all the paper in the house and burned them
So I could draw on the walls and write my lies
I wrote about how men were pretty but disgusting
How women were perfect but just so vile
I love my humans but hated our people
Give me back all my toys while I destroy some more
Tell me I’m beautiful, tell me I’m perfect
Tel me I’m disgusting and gross and horrible
Tell me everything you want to hear
And I’ll tell you everything you don’t
I made a little white doll I love
She has beautiful button eyes and lips
I sew her up everyday with black yarn
I put her under the laundry to keep her safe
My room was so beautiful and lovely
It was all mine, mine and no one else’s
Nobody can make it theirs
Nobody else can ever understand it
~*~
Basically, this is a poem about myself. You know. Yeah, this is a few of the things I hate about myself or things I don't talk about to others (I think?). I'll just list them because I have a feeling it was vague and people will understand differently.
I'll just post it in another entry. I feel like it'd be too long.
Explanation can be found here.