Screw it.

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Written by iamvoiceful

I’m sick and tired,

Of having to please everyone

Of having to be yelled at continuously

Of having to be someone other than me.

So you know what?

Screw it.

I don’t care about your opinions

Because you never respected mine.

I don’t care if you think I’m too picky about my food

Or if you think that I overthink things.

I was born like that.

I have always done that.

My anxiety problems,

Me scratching my arm when I’m under a lot of pressure,

Aren’t my fault.

They aren’t my fault

So screw it.

I don’t care anymore.

Let me tip back

And drown on my own.

A little bit of a ventilation system rather than a poem… Sorry. I just had to get it out of my system.

22 Comments

    1. It’s very awful because we are forced to either move past it and say I don’t care or stay moaning about it. Thanks though 🙂

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  4. You go girl! Damn all the judgemental looks and words. You don’t know me, my deepest thoughts, my flickering darkness, my soundless screams. You don’t my night, my nightmares, my fears, my problems. You know my name and little tod bits, but You. Do. Not. Know. Me. I’m a victim, I’m a survivor, I’m a warrior. I’m many things that you don’t see. So don’t start spouting words that may trigger a memory.

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    1. Thanks Nour 😀 Yeah, people need to look in the mirror before making assumptions… the littlest things they say hurt the most sometimes…

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