I want to stop everything
I’ll continue to deny that
They’ll ever care, but
it’s a lie that
I am loved and cared for by someone out there
I am right because
Lies
Outnumber
Truths
Maybe someday,
Someone should see if I care
Someone will remember me as that awful, boring loner
That will happen at least when I’m dead!
Wonderful liers say
They care for me but
I don’t think that
I’ll be someone who matters anyway
Soon,
They’ll break me
But no longer can they say
That I care
They’ll see
That I’m hated
You’d be stupid to think
I’d wait that long for them.
Thank goodness this poem reads backward.