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.