Every time you ask me a question I nod my head,

I’d rather be lying than dead.

“Do you believe in god, are your priorities straight?”

Stop treating me like I’m eight.

Every time you say “I love you” Is it really true?

Or am I dreaming of normal parents,

A better version of you.

The yelling is constant and won’t stop.

All the daggers you stabbed me with are sharp.

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Being lonely is so wearing

Eyes averted fingers drum

Lasering of furtive glances

Pain of self-conscious hum

Repressed passion lashes

Barricades vast but hidden

Terror of getting through

Fears that come unbidden

Desire versus inhibition

Self-image sorely racked

By corroded self-esteem

Egos that failure hacked

Behaviours only reinforce

Self-loath...

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