Scared

I hate myself for being so scared. 
So used to not saying anything.
So used to just sitting there and doing nothing.
So used to just sitting there and not having a voice.

Not a diary, a journal full of truth.

I hate myself for being so scared.
So used to just being thrown around. 
So used to being talked bad about. 
So used to being everyone's lapdog.
So used to not being myself.

Not a diary, a journal full of truth.

I hate myself for being so scared.
I know what I am.
I am the Bitch that care for other people. 
I am ignorant for giving people hugs.
I am stupid.
I am ugly.
I am useless, hopeless, garbage.
I hate myself.

Not a diary, a journal full of truth.

I hate myself for being so scared.
So used to beige cursed out.
So used to not being cared about.
So used to having no home.
So used to living in the shelter.

Not a diary, a journal full of truth.

Of dreams.
Of honesty.

Of finally being me.