Disgust Me. Poem by Lauren Miller

Disgusting vile replaces good
witht he thought that not all people
Understand
aspects of being human
Seek your hope in falso comfort
Find your morals there and run to them
falling to your knees in a heap
Before you feel the meaning of bitter
Self sacrificing is a means of evidence
a fountain to drink from
Happiness trade, to create talent
Punish myself for means of illustrating
What being human is
Torturing me with your inability to
function
correctly
Shallow and insecure
You are pleased with disease
for a taste of attention
Popularity is worth the pools of blood and so is greed
Tell me, is that what makes you happy
Because I'd rather not have it
Torture me into defeat of admitting that some things
are better left UNSAID
but I do believe that I am a lot more stubborn
Than you choose to believe