A poem by me:
I’m ugly.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I’m intense.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I never fight back.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I don’t know how to cry.
Why doesn’t he love me?
In fact, I show no emotion at all.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I hate my voice.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I avoid people to avoid judgement.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I want to smash my reflection.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I fuck up every situation.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I can’t take criticism.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I’m not good at anything.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I overanalyze everything.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I don’t respect myself.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I let other people control my life.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I live mostly in my head.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I run away from everyone including myself.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I don’t think I have a heart.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I’m stupid.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I hate myself.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I hate everything about myself.
Why doesn’t he love me?
I don’t love myself.
Why should he?