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Still Worthless


Dear Me,

You are worthless,
even when you are being honest. 
All of your true feelings are ridiculous,
so your feelings are worthless too. 
Your ideas are never good enough,
your tears are pointless, 
your pain is invisible.  

No one wants to hear what is wrong,
and no one wants to hear your voice,
your voice that is full of low-self esteem and stupid problems.
No one cares about your happiness,
no one has anything nice to say to you or about you.
They just think you are a worthless and ugly person.

But keep these feelings to yourself,
because if you let them know all of the pain they caused,
they will feel bad and change.
You will still be worthless though,
because you had to tell them these things for them to treat you right.
For them to realize that when they say awful things to you...
it hurts.

Sincerely,
Still Worthless.

-Belle Rose

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