Poem 106

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It's easy for me to realize, when I am not needed,

Yet when I do not speak, you call me conceded.

A girl with mental issues is what you think of me,

But also, a devilish narcissist is what in me you see.

My emotions, I have a mission to keep concealed,

I cannot let them show until I've fully healed.

It's hard for you to understand what's in my head,

Even if I confess, you'd shrug off what I've said.

To you, I am a waste of space, I already know that,

Because apparently, I am an ungrateful brat.

Will you do me one last favor?  just this once I swear,

Stop thinking negatively of me, and get out of my hair.

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