Some days I want to know my whole life
hasn't been a waste
Some days I want to see all my books
around me again
Some days I want to know I won't be
humiliated by my darkest secrets
or weep openly
Some days I want to feel less paranoid
than I do now
And some days I want to be so honest
the glare makes others step back
and see their own reflection
Right now I feel weak
Powerless
Impotent
Worthless, like a failure.
My dreams seem so damned dead
My life feels worthless and used
My thoughts are recycled because I
can't process anything new
And some days I want a voice to
stroke my hair
To tell me I am beautiful despite my inner
and outer ugliness
And to love me
As much as I could love them, secrets
and all.
Some day just hasn't come yet ...
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