Verbal self-abuse gets so old
“worthless loser” – again? – why not a more creative
name for the heap of skin I’m in
fucking freaktard – simpering whimpering fool
shaking quaking bag of useless guts
Have you no iron in your heart?
Reforge yourself for your own sake –
you. . . . . . . worthless loser.
Humiliation, too, is monotonous now
Yet again a crumpled talking heap of a cow
So hum drum to sputter hello . . . get my body in control
(Knock it off for one fucking second!)
Don’t be so pathetic - whimpering fool –
Disgusted eyes, bored angry voices
And that face in the mirror – it’s YOU!
you . . . . . fucking freaktard.
And YET AGAIN I find the pieces of my shattered self
It must have fallen while my back was turned
So many missing pieces.
“What’s the big deal?” they ask
They don’t have a fucking clue.
Because they haven’t woken
to find their Self broken – and no glue.