unwanted
How did I spend so long dreaming
Thinking
I was worthy of...love
What disease caused this vile idea to spread in my head that I was anything but unwanted
Undesirable
I am the rain that invades a sunny day
Bothersome, yet present
Hated, yet relentless
Clinging onto hope that I bring some form of comfort
I am the song of the mockingbird
Thought to be beautiful, frolicsome
Only to provide wretchedness, disgust
I am a used napkin
Only important in the moment
Replaceable
I am a forgotten memory because I am easy to forget
All that I am worth is being emptied out of one’s mind
Bringing them peace
I am worth all that lurks in the shadows
Waiting to be pulled into the light but not deserving of
I am worth the hatred
The loathe
The loneliness
The emptiness
The darkness
I deserve it
I crave it
I am