go away from me
please.
stop your judging
of who i am
and how i came
to be.
and keep your voice down.
i hear you anyway,
loud and clear,
how im everything wrong
and bad
and not good enough
and never would be,
i know.
i know it!
you need not yell it at me.
please don’t yell it at me.
cause i die a little
each time
the volume gets raised.
and if you knew anything
about me,
at all,
you would know that.
just be quiet.
it’s all just so perfectly
deafening
already.
that’s all.