From A Depressed Teenager: Tell Me why you Love Yourself, I'll Tell you why not to

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 Disclaimer : 1-The contents of this body of work could be triggering you have been warned 

                      2- This body of work is intentionally as crude as it is written. It is not supposed to be pretty its supposed to hurt 

Enjoy!

Hey, you!

You mean me?

Of course, you

Do you see anyone else around?

Do you want to play a game?

 

What kind of a game?

 

Its called tell me why you love yourself

 

That sounds fun

 

But there is a catch

For every reason you give me

I have to tell you one or more reasons why you shouldn’t

Are you in?

 

Of course, I am

There is no way you are winning

 

You think so.

So shall we begin

 

Sure, So for starters I’m a good debater and public speaker

 

Yes, I thought you might start here

Now tell me do your really think we stick around for the content of your speeches,

That pathetic attempt at inciting social change,

No, we stay for your failed attempt at an accent

Don’t get me started on those un coordinated hand gestures,

Shall I go back to content because I believe that deserves more scrutiny.

 

Enough!

Even if all that were true there is still more

I’m a writer, poetry, stories

 

Ah yes, those filmize sentences with barely any meaning that you pass of as poetry

A poor attempt at rhyme and that is the most basic form of poetry

You can barely write free verse

Grasping at straws trying to draw suspense when you don’t even know what suspense feels like

Maybe go back to Language class

What was your grade btw, an E

 

It was a B

Which brings me to number three

I’m smart

 

You mean your skilled at cramming and cheating

I don’t see that brain doing much else

And even if I concede don’t, they always tell you are stupid

What really have you don to prove them wrong

That that rotting mind is worth keeping around

Where really has that brain gotten you

Still young, still dumb, still unlovable

 

I’m Cute

 

You have got to be joking me, right?

That how low your sinking

So, tell me

When did the definition of cute change to accommodate

Elephantian nostrils

Ears that run away from your head for fear of association

Bug eyes, crooked teeth, even more crooked smile

And a hairline that doesn’t know up from down, left from right

Unless I am confused none of that qualifies as cute

 

I just realised I don’t need your Validation

I have friends who love me

 

The infamous friends who would never hesitate to stab you in the back

Who so easily walk away from you?

Who think your weird?

Who whisper queer when they think you can’t hear?

Who would never dare share in any of your joys, your sorrows for fear of associating themselves with anything that ties them to you

You the freak

 

Even if they don’t love me

At least babies love me

Kids love me

 

I’m glad we finally got to this one

Let’s talk about your little sister shall we

How much did she really love you?

I mean wasn’t she scared of you as she was dying before your eyes

Didn’t they all encourage you to stay away from her least your presence weakens her already fragile heart

You couldn’t even fulfil her last request

And you think you loved her

And that validates loving yourself

 

Well God loves me

That reason enough to love myself

 

Look at you

So desperate to find a reason that you are playing the God card

Should I tell them about

 

No don’t

 

Come on the world deserves to know about

 

Please don’t

 

Look at you

Pitiful

I ask you to look for the reasons you love yourself

And you start seeking validation in the value others assign to you

Pathetic

Stop cry

Look at me and tell me

Why do you love yourself?

What is there to love?

I’ll answer you

Nothing   

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  2. UnknownAugust 28, 2020 at 3:23 PM

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