A Poem About Why I Should Be Deemed Unlovable Poem by Shelby Barker

A Poem About Why I Should Be Deemed Unlovable



A thought that I know should not
be said, having consequences
imagined and my mind aware,
is spoken with my point
being the most important.
I bring up my issues at
the worst times,
all the time,
asking could you do this better?
More often? So condescending
and trifle-causing,
my words always come
out (wrong) .
My talking hands
and dolled-up eyes seem
like a perfect pair and they'll catch you like
a lioness, quick and fierce and graceful
and you won't even know.
But my brain works faster than anything,
knowing what it wants and
when and how,
having too much room to create the perfect
everything with limitless possibilities
of how to get there
in every scenario. Its fault
is in its inability
to concoct a reality. I am a monster with
too many emotions, too
quick and dramatic reactions, having no
excuse for being so needy and overwhelming.
I ask too many questions and
can't let anything go.
Everything must be resolved.
I must fix everything.
But,
mostly,
I just tear it down.

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