A Nice GUY? NO, JUST ME

- Please, please,

I am asking you,

don't call me a,

Nice guy, Great guy,  Gentle Man,  One of a kind, or the kindest person I have ever met.

Because you do not understand, how those word can effect my feelings.

I just rathered by called, Immanuel, person, human, or no comment

At least, this way, my heart wont be ripped into shreds,

With unpatched wounds, with blood like acid, burning holes into my stomach,

Making me lose all thought of hunger,

But it is okay,

For I have only been eating, the words that you feed me.

- Please, Please,

I am begging you,

Don't call me your,

Friend, buddy, pal, a guy I knew for sense we were the age of,

Because from my point of view, we are more like strangers,

Friends are two people, who talk to each other,

Not only one person always starting a conversation,

Barley being able to hold it,

As if it was a hot plate, with your fingers gripping the edges trying not to drop it, 

Friends support each other,

Not only caring for one person emotions

While the other person emotions are locked in a tower,

That Falls down like London Bridge, or kids singing Ring Around The Rosie

For I have been locked away in a tower, known as Stranger Zone

- Please, Please 

I am hoping that you,

Stop telling yourself, 

All of these lies,

I AM UGLY, NO ONE LOVES ME, YOU DESERVE SOMEONE BETTER THAN ME,

Because it only shows, that everything I did,

Meant absolutely nothing to you, 

Sure, there are plenty of fishes in the sea,

but you are not a fish,

If you were, you would be a mermaid,

And you must have the voice of a siren,

Because, no matter how much you hurt me,

I keep finding myself coming back to you,

I guess,

I must be a clown fish,

Because, at the end,

The joke is on me. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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My country
Our world
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